Lady Justice In the Mirror
Where is our lady justice now?
Themas or Justitia, whichever is her name
interpreting laws that men create
blinded by choice, not by fate
how can she see herself the same?
Holding a scale in outstretched arms
judging wrongs from rights…and rights from wrongs
In the other hand holds fast a blade
hardened steel, American made
like the guns she used to stake her claims
when we laid the tracks and forged the trains
…killed the bison, took the plains
When the blood of so many runs through her veins
…Has she ever thought to weigh the stains
remove the blindfold, look around
before again you stumble ‘cross…this sacred ground
A drop of blood, a broken heart, a flood of tears, a pound of pain
Equals how many grains–of eminent domain
She can call them free but the truth remains
–Had she ever thought to weigh the chains?
This poem is dedicated to Indigenous and marginilized people right here in America who still struggle, even today, against a system that favors those with money and power. Justice, it would seem… is not for all.