Justice is Blind, (Not in a Good Way).

The Halls of equity

Aren't as bright

As they were in bygone

Days in time

They've lost their luster

and appeal thru erring

away from the truth that

is real


No longer shines hopeful

system from wherein is

supposed to issue grace

But only injustice and

bribery and blinded-eyes

covered by payment awarded

to personal plies


Standing robed in purest

white w/ arms out-stretched

With sword and scales hanging

from hands

Symbolic of weighing-out

every mans right and wrong and

cutting to the heart of the matter

to award him accordingly

for what he's done


She should now be robed in

red, purity is long gone

covered by blood-stained hands

Eyes wrapped not because she

sees not lucre

But because she has been bound

and allows all vices to fuck her


Lift up her robe to take a peek, (she doesn't mind)

And tell me what can be seen

She is unclean

Her purity's done been bled-out

Become every perverse whims desire

Only now good enough for the pyre