Verdicts flung out even without gavels in their hands Justice's muse fumbles in the dark Her scales tipping to one side As partiality has become more burdensome One failure makes a person One flawed idea creates a prison of belief Everyone acts as the jury Playing criticism like a big survival game No winners, all self-appointed judges
Took me a lot of time to finish this and I am not even happy with how it turned out. So much for a third (or fourth) draft.