Justice and the Strong #1280

Justice and the Strong Blessed are they who seek justice, Righteous in action, unwavering in times of trial. Yet the world quivers under a different law— Where power bends justice, a heavy crown On the heads of those who decree what is right. Ideologies, more than mere illusions, Are architects of our vision, sculptors of deed, Sketching out realms where the lines divide Between the gold-filled pockets and the wanting. Thrasymachus whispers from the past, A stark reminder: justice is the stronger’s craft, The laws spun like yarn by those who rule, Woven into the iron gates of their high towers. In the echelons of power, where gold speaks louder than words, Laws become chains, holding fast the many For the benefit of the few. Capitalism stands watchful, Billionaires wringing hands over the fortress Of a system that crowns them kings. They fear—a tremor at the thought— Their empire of cards may yet fall, As the fabric they’ve spun begins to tear Under the weight of the restless, the tired. But the righteous still seek, measuring blessings With a scale tipped by the hand of power. Justice, a play of shadows and light, Cast by those who command the stage. The towers may stand, foundations deep, Yet beneath them, a rumble grows— Whispers of wind carrying voices, Those who march, those who will not be stilled, Chasing a flicker of truth in the shadow of justice. Written by Steven G. Lee (May 11, 2024)