The Cries of the Lady Justice

The cry of Justice resounds

But we refuse to hear,

Too busy to think of the pains

Of our brothers and sisters

Fighting the battles of life

In a land apart.

 

She carries a scale,

One side laden in jewels and luxuries

The other empty, bereft of even necessities.

And she cries out

Though her words fall on the ears of the deaf.

 

The plight of her people makes her weak

She finds it difficult to walk due to her imbalanced scale.

“Help!” she cries out again.

But the disembodied voice

Calling for help for a foreign world

Receives no assistance.

 

She refuses to be silent.

 “Listen to me, for the sake of your brothers”

She whispers to all, until she finds one to hear her words.

 

At last her pain-strangled voice is heard

And she holds man’s consciousness in her hands

Pushing her thoughts into the open mind.

 

In this land of plenty, we have much

While another facet of this world

Lacks even the smallest comfort

That we take for granted.

 

Tears stain the face of the Goddess Justice

“Please help my people,” she cries

“Because you are the only one who has listened.”

 

Will you?