When The Justice In Prison Poem by Jinnuraine Jaigirdar

When the judge in court kneels behind the bars,
For the crime of changing judgments, of fabricating verdicts—
Then the earth trembles, the universe cries,
At the insult to justice, the disgrace of equality.

The faces of just rulers are stained with blackened shame,
The black rites of lime and ink stretch across the state's mouth.
Trees, vines, and leaves bow low—
Pride is soaked in blood,

Kindness, illusion, and reform lose all meaning—
And even salutations lie lifeless.
So rise, O system—stand tall in truth,
Let justice be your backbone, verdicts your honest breath.

Be blind not with bias, but with balance;
Favour none for name, blood, or gain.
Let no gold weigh down your scale,
Let no kinship bend your spine.
Upright be your pen, unshaken your word—
For a nation lives or dies by the fairness of its law.