29/06/2025
"The Scales of Justice"
In quiet halls where truth must stand,
A torch is raised by steady hand.
Not wealth, nor power, nor crowned decree
Can bend the arc of equity.
She wears a blindfold, just and fair,
Unmoved by title, face, or stare.
Her scales are balanced, pure and still—
A symbol shaped by iron will.
Though storms may rise and voices shout,
Though shadows cast the seeds of doubt,
Justice walks with measured pace,
Not chasing vengeance, but grace.
She hears the cries of those unheard,
The silent pain behind each word.
She lifts the fallen, rights the wrong,
Her strength found in the weak made strong.
Yet justice is no easy flame—
It flickers, threatened, called by name.
It needs our courage, hands, and voice
To shape a world with fairer choice.
So let us stand, though trials test,
For what is fair, for what is best.
Not just for some, but every soul—
Let justice be our common goal
