When Shadows Fall on Law and Justice

 

When shadows fall on broken stone,

The law stands cold, a hollow throne.

It speaks in codes, in ink and steel,

But seldom asks what people feel.

Its gaze is fixed on what's defined,

Leaving human struggle far behind.

A gavel cracks, the silence breaks,

Yet truth lies drowned in small mistakes.

The letter rules, though hearts may bleed—

It honors rule, not always need.

In halls of power, grand and tall,

The spirit of fairness sometimes falls.

Justice walks a softer trail,

Her eyes unbound, her feet grown pale.

She weeps where law refuses light,

She moves through wrong to reach the right.

She listens close to whispered pain,

Seeking sunshine through the falling rain.

For justice isn't bound by might,

Nor caged by dogma, dark or light.

She seeks the balance, true and deep,

The promises that conscience keep.

A silent plea, a breaking sigh,

Reflected in a tear-filled eye.

In Shadows Fall, the lines are blurred,

A cry for truth is rarely heard.

What’s lawful may not be what's fair—

Some find their justice in despair.

A thief may steal to feed the poor,

A judge may guard a guilty door.

The law is written, bold and wide—

But justice waits where pain must hide.

It's in the spaces, unexpressed,

Where lives are broken, souls distressed.

The burden carried, unseen, untold,

A story more precious than pure gold.

So as the dusk consumes the day,

And black and white both fade to gray,

Ask not what rule, but who it serves,

For justice lives in deeper curves.

It's in the questions left unasked,

The true intentions, unmasked.

When shadows fall, and night is near,

It’s not the law, but truth we fear.

And in that dark, some dare to see—

A freer world that ought to be.

A world where heart and statute blend,

And justice truly finds its end.