ALSphere Foundation
Themis stands blindfolded, her eyes consumed by an abyss,
Remains deaf to the muted laments sung over the rotting corpse of justice.
Faces etched with a despair, dying hope visible in their gaze,
Watch the verdict recede in a cruel, endless maze.
Each delay is a wound, hope ripped apart,
One weary soul, with a shattered heart,
Finds solace in death, the final retreat,
From a justice that mocks with its endless deceit.
The guilty dance free, in the shadows they thrive,
While victims shrink back, barely alive.
Dreams once vibrant are now shattered and bleak,
Echoes of anguish through the power halls speak.
Where hearings drag on, a relentless drone,
From this wasteland of inaction, a new beast is grown.
Forged in the furnace of frustration and rage,
He grasps the law with a savage engage.
The system, he claims, is a farcical game,
That kills not with judgment, but with a dying flame.
Thus justice, in slumber, breeds crime anew,
Crushing the spirit of all that is true.
For justice delayed is a festering sore,
For the scales that tip too late mar the soul to its core.
Despondency in its wake, dreams torn apart,
A darkness that lingers, consuming the heart.
