(#17) The Trial

What have you done, speak!
On who's laws and grounds did you
Commit your atrocities-
Comply, criminal, do you not know
I have the power to forget your sins

To free you of your crime-
All I require you to do
Is whatever I tell you to but
Do it in the misty mornings
Or in the fogged dusk.

Stop, oh good sir,
Do you happen to have some gold
Or anything burnished?
Do not tell anyone about this transaction, criminal.
My law upon you could be a frequent magpie.

I could scourge you, I could hang you.
Of course, I could set you free.
Why would I, tell me, what do I gain from
Letting go?
I am the court, kindness is not valued in my system

I remove the blindfolds off Justicia, so I may now see
The winds sway my scales.
I have power, fellow friend. Your life is in my hands.
There's no reason why I should untie your leash.
I will not forget, I hold on to this for my benefit.

Lady, your name is not Justicia, you be Nemesis,
You wield your double-edged sword,
I pray you realise whilst you cover one edge with the blood of others,
The other end stains your own. Continue holding the blade, I dare you.
I find no reason to entertain your court.