Justice For The Poor Poem by Vinaya Joseph

Is justice a cloak for the wealthy, they say,
Where silver coins pave the righteous way?
Does fairness bow to the ones with gold,
While the poor, unseen, are left in the cold?

For those with riches, the doors open wide,
But where do the broken-hearted hide?
Do they not bleed when wrongs are done,
Or cry for fairness beneath the sun?

Is justice a right, or just a game,
Where power and privilege write its name?
The scales that should balance, now tip askew,
Leaving the poor with nothing new.

Yet hope remains, in the darkest night,
For justice, once blinded, will regain its sight.
The cry for truth will break the chains,
And justice for all, at last, will reign.