One against many.
It would be futile
to fight the mob.
It has formed
its own conclusion
against the virtually
unknown...
The judge and savior
is in a quandary
whom to tilt
the scale of justice for.
In the end,
he tilts the scale
in his favor.
Then, his influence
remains intact;
his name unsullied
by controversy;
his future insured.
And justice
shall be done.
Not to the One
who most need it
but to the One
who benefits most
from it - the One
who holds
the scale of justice...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.........and it goes on leaving our conclusions gasping! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Loved it. CP