What is justice when the scales are for sale?


Filed Away

We may never know
the why behind the files -
girls abused and catalogued,
money moved in silence,
coded words that span the globe,
power and wealth as currency
of blackmail, of secrets
held as handcuffs.

The elite stand untouchable,
above the reach of law.
No shackles will they wear.

The victims stand,
each one a story of survival
in this book of abominations.
No bowed heads
nor fragile form,
fear evolved into courage.

The scales of Justice
do not balance
on truth.
She is not blind.
Pockets filled
with tokens
pay for her silence.
The victims,
named and blamed
are filed away,
like the evidence itself.

Redacted.




Poetry by Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
Written on 2026-03-23 at 01:28

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