The ground that was meant to be a paradise,
Has now turned into a battlefield
Filled with ashes and demise.
The vigor, long gone; evermore concealed.
Lady Justice that once stood valiant and brave,
Her eyes peeking under the blindfold
Look at how dull is her blade,
The golden scale slightly rusted and tilted on her hold.
Listen carefully,
Can you hear the cries of those that are called 'unworthy'?
Can you see their minds breaking?
Can you feel their worn our hearts aching?
"Where's the justice our fathers died for?
Why are we still left bare and cold?
Who will fight for the weak?
Let out voices be heard; Let us speak!
Equity is only what we seek.
What about the broken?
Who will fix them?
Let their worth be proven!"
This is the song of the fallen.
