In halls where echoes softly tread,
The scales of justice hum a tune,
A gavel’s whisper, firm yet fair,
Guides the light beneath the moon.
Laws etched in time, both old and new,
Crafting paths for truth to find,
In the dance of right and wrong,
A balance sought in heart and mind.
Amid the shadows, clarity blooms,
Voices rise for those unheard,
In the court’s embrace, truth unfolds,
Each story told, each plea deferred.
Yet, beyond the written word,
Compassion’s touch must weave its way,
For in the quest for justice pure,
Humanity’s breath must softly sway.