In the realm where right meets wrong,
A dance unfolds, both fierce and strong.
Justice wields her impartial sword,
Weaving through tales, a moral chord.
Blindfolded, fair, she takes her stand,
Judging deeds across the land.
No bias sways her steady gaze,
In her scales, the truth portrays.
Through the echoes of a gavel's call,
Echoes the quest for fairness for all.
In the heart of the man, justice resides,
Balancing wrongs, where equity abides.
Yet, justice isn't a distant dream,
It's in every ripple of a righteous stream.
A force that mends what's torn apart,
Guiding humanity with an unwavering heart.
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