Libra

Eyes blindfolded,
Ears deafened,
A hand was raised,
Holding a scale,
A symbol of justice,
A sense of equilibrium,
And a pledge was done,
But would always be left broken

Black cloaks,
Over broad shoulders,
An iron fists with less grip,
And a stern voice out on muted lips,
The people are grieving,
People are in sorrows,
They are deceived.

A man came down,
From that black limo,
Dressed in suits,
Eyed with paparazzi,
More over than not,
He smiled and then they bowed,
No words are heard,
They just bowed.

A man, a tramp, the lesser one,
He came with his best dress,
A tie on a striped white long sleeves,
He calls for a plea,
He is the victim,
That he may be heard,
But the honorable man won’t hear.

Tears run over his face,
As he heard the court’s decision,
There’s nothing more he could do now,
But endure the tearing of his heart,
He lose, and must be jailed.

Oh no, he didn’t do anything wrong,
He just defended himself,
His family was killed,
By that man in suits,
Because he know something,
That would bring out all the truth out on all lies,
And the man in suits,
Just finish him off…

Libra, were is the scale,
That both of us would be weighed,
Or is it because of his golds and silver,
Your scale is granted,
With more power to hold,
And a prolonged stay,
Oh bless you man in black cloak,
Bless you.