INJUSTICE

In the realm of courts, where justice should prevail,
A tale of injustice weaves a sorrowful tale.
In Pakistan's land, where hope is sought,
Inequity whispers, with battles yet fought.

Within these hallowed walls, where truth should guide,
Lies a tragic symphony, where justice hides.
Injustice, the phantom that roams unseen,
Casting its shadow where dreams intervene.

Lady Justice, once noble and fair,
Weeps for the innocent caught in despair.
Blinded by bias, her scales out of tune,
Deaf to the pleas of those left marooned.

A symphony of voices, unheard and ignored,
In the chambers of justice, their dreams shattered and floored.
The weak and the vulnerable, their voices suppressed,
In the clutches of power, their hopes caressed.

Corruption, the tempest that rages within,
Sweeping away justice, like a forgotten hymn.
The powerful dance, with impunity they sway,
While the marginalized tremble, fading away.

Wheels of justice grind, in languishing pace,
Delays and adjournments, the endless embrace.
The wheels churn, but the engine's corrupt,
Leaving victims adrift, their spirits erupt.

The gavel falls, pronouncing judgments unjust,
Leaving hearts bruised and dreams turned to dust.
A system flawed, where truth is often sold,
In the labyrinth of courts, fairness grows cold.

But even in darkness, a flicker remains,
A glimmer of hope, where justice sustains.
Voices unite, demanding change to ignite,
A revolution of justice, breaking the night.

Let us rise against the tide of despair,
To rebuild the courts, where fairness is repaired.
A nation's soul rests in its quest for truth,
Injustice must crumble, for justice's reproof.

In the land of Pakistan, let justice prevail,
Where the oppressed find solace, and fairness sets sail.
In the courts of tomorrow, a brighter day,
Where injustice withers, and justice finds its way.

Imran Nazeer

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