A Rough Justice

This poem is about the judicial indiscretions.

In chambers of law, where truth should reign, A wicked hand, a cruel domain. Where justice bow to power's might, And innocence succumbs to night.
A victim's plea, a silent cry, Ignored by those who pass them by. The scales of law, so heavily tipped, A fragile hope, forever dashed .
The judge's gavel, a heavy blow, A life doomed, a future low. No mercy shown, no second chance, A cruel decree, a bitter stance.
Though justice wears a noble mask, Its heart is cold, its soul is black. A rough and ready, brutal hand, That leaves a mark across the land.