By JH Sayyar
In twilight halls where justice held sway,
Now shadows where sunlight used to gleam.
The law lies dormant, cast in disarray,
And order sleeps within a broken dream.
The gavel’s weight is stolen by the sword,
While voices brave are silenced by the gun.
The ink of law runs dry, its truth ignored,
As power’s game has ruthlessly begun
The poor cry out; their pleas drift on the air
Unheard, unseen, beneath the jackboot's tread.
Corruption dances masked in courtly flair,
Truth lies bleeding, nameless, cold, and dead.
Ah! Yet still a flame within the ashes grows
One spark of right, the tyrant never knows.
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