'Justice, our burdened deity' by bus stop girl (ISSUE 2-JUNE 26')

She, draped in dread and misery 

Offers an outstretched hand 

From her 

Empire of empathy 

She keeps the score 

Tallies doubt 

Feels your blood and 

Your shame

Weighs your life in a 

Goblet and a single breath 

Truth prevails in her court 

She cares not for 

Feudal hierarchy 

Nor social tyranny

Such burden 

Falls on the shoulder of a deity

To make her ruling  

She will look past you 

And through your pain

Find a child in a puddle 

That does not yet know 

Their name 

She gives them little choice 

Fair maiden 

Balanced hand 

Plays a hard game 

Keeper of justice 

Act honestly 

Or you too will feel the burn

Of her rain.