“The only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.” - Edmund Burke
Justice is meant to be blind and we are familiar with the image of Justitia, the Roman goddess of justice holding the balance of judgement while blindfolded. When one thinks of a court of law, one thinks of justice. Judges are meant to serve justice and be impartial, disinterested, unbiased and unprejudiced when considering a case before them.
We now see corruption in the judiciary becoming increasingly common and judges are exposed to be willfully violating their oath of office. Justice is not being served in an astonishing number of cases, with verdicts leaving the public perplexed, and the innocent becoming victims of a corrupt legal system. Read more about this topic here.
Poets United today has as its theme “Justice” and invites participants to: “Create a poem centering on Justice or Poetic Justice”. Here is my offering:
Justice is meant to be blind and we are familiar with the image of Justitia, the Roman goddess of justice holding the balance of judgement while blindfolded. When one thinks of a court of law, one thinks of justice. Judges are meant to serve justice and be impartial, disinterested, unbiased and unprejudiced when considering a case before them.
We now see corruption in the judiciary becoming increasingly common and judges are exposed to be willfully violating their oath of office. Justice is not being served in an astonishing number of cases, with verdicts leaving the public perplexed, and the innocent becoming victims of a corrupt legal system. Read more about this topic here.
Poets United today has as its theme “Justice” and invites participants to: “Create a poem centering on Justice or Poetic Justice”. Here is my offering:
The Fillips of Hope
Sacrificing all to dark gods –
Who ever more bloodthirstily demand –
You lose your dignity.
Killing all traces of humanity
While burying deeply all regrets,
You lose your probity.
A faceless ghost of who you were
A vampire feeding on the blood of justice
Your silence makes the evil stronger.
The bloodless lips won’t speak out
The wide-open eyes refuse to see,
Your ears hear, but won’t listen.
Is every cell of yours malignant now?
Has heart become so petrified,
Has soul escaped you so completely?
Is cruel body just an empty shell,
Are tendons tightly drawn so taut
In attitudes of ever-attacking fury?
Your brazen corpse, so empty
Should let the hardened shell at least to crack,
Admit the light, truth, justice, love…
And then your every cell would resonate
As the sounds of hope enter it and act as fillips,
To effect your metamorphosis,
From noisome grub to brilliant butterfly.