Tipping the Scales
For some justice is hard to find
And even though they say it is blind
When it comes to colors of black and white
One is wrong and the other right
The scales of justice are tipped in a way
That punishes one as the other gets away
Justice usually slips out the back door
Whenever it comes to the poor
I searched for justice in the courts
And found the guilty walking free
The face of justice now distorts
What right and wrong should be
Can freedom be free
If justice is shackled like a slave
It was then I heard its eulogy
As justice was lowered in its grave
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2015
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