In halls where echoes softly tread,
The scales of justice finely spread.
Each whisper of the law profound,
In silent chambers, truth is found.
The gavel strikes, a sound so clear,
It marks the end of doubt and fear.
Beneath its weight, the lies disperse,
The truth emerges, verse by verse.
Through statutes old and doctrines new,
The path of justice we pursue.
A beacon in the darkest night,
Guiding all within its light.
Yet in its quest, it must remain,
Impartial, free from bias’ stain.
For in its balance, we depend,
On justice true, until the end.