Day 18 of reflecting on "Praying for Justice"

You might have to bear with me on this one. I pictured a musical, where someone is the town baker for the community of the wicked, singing about hoping the bread of wickedness meets the customers satisfaction, but also being vaguely troubled by the job they're doing. Perhaps a bit obtuse, but it also led me to think on how we're complicit in injustice and maybe I, or we, sing these kind of songs all the time.

In my simple bakery, I bake this little loaf
For the contemptuous and the evil
Full of wickedness I hope
And the guy next door he makes the wine
Full of violence, full of crime
It's like that here all the time
In the community of the wicked
In these simple dreams I rest
Hoping it's for the best
That I live my life in the way of the wicked