The Halls Of Delay Poem by Vinaya Joseph

In the grand old halls where justice should dwell,
Echoes of footsteps, a slow, dragging swell.
Files stacked high, coated in dust,
Dreams of swift justice are starting to rust.

The clock ticks loud, yet time drags on,
As hope dims slowly, like a dying dawn.
Judges and lawyers debate and delay,
While lives and futures decay, fade away.

Petitions piled high, year after year,
In queues so endless, they draw a tear.
The guilty roam free, as innocents wait,
In a dance of despair, bound by fate.

Beneath the scales, a glimmer grows faint,
Justice, it seems, has grown too quaint.
For who can endure this endless fight,
When verdicts grow stale in the fading light?

Oh, courts of my land, where are you now?
In shadows of red tape, we humbly bow.
To truth, to justice, we cling and pray,
But trust in the system, it fades away.