To be judged and yet to judge not,
Is the greatest of gifts, man has got.
For if such, could think us all,
Would an unjust justice, bring about our
downfall?

To punish, a mockery, we’ve made,
To please our soul, that we’ve fairly played!
For, like the moon, man too has a dark
side,
As, many do not, by the spirit of law abide.

How else sprung debate of right and
wrong,
In honor and honored; justice strong!
We do not ponder, how we destroy and
deform,
In what we foolishly think, we reform.

To give each man a fair bill,
We’ve made the courts, a means to kill,
Despite all our laws and conventions vast,
We still save men, from crimes of their
past?

To proclaim,
We reform the sinner,
And, all too fast!
We only put revenge’s stamp,
On his soul,
Forever to last!

And proudly claim,
That we treat,
Honest men, and those who
murder,
All , the same.

If we look beneath, what we
proclaim,
Just to bring, infamous, transitory
fame;
The hollowness of this aim,
Shall soon be ‘rewarded’,
By Gods natural justice game!

If you think that you’ve erred,
I pray that you mend.
And not just, to the rule of law,
But to Gods justice, bend!