Justice
Justice is like a queue
that ensures the fairness of first-come, first-served;
When the row of law shows its authority,
everyone follows as the order is observed.
Justice is like a traffic light
that gives right signs to every traveler;
When the ambulance of quandary must pass,
the red light yields to save a life in danger.
Justice is like a plumb line
that detects what has gone crooked or bowed,
When the lead weight of impartiality pinpoints the skewness,
the cord of vertical code is clear and loud.
Justice is like a whistle
that calls a violation when rules are broken;
When it makes a sharp and shrill sound of sanction,
the felon feels the blow of the warrant's wind.
Justice is like a broom
that sweeps out fraud wherever there is grime;
The firm stiff bristles of candor come,
removing the dirt and dust of crime.
Copyright © Bernardo F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2026
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