The
old men sat around a table
pondering
composing
debating
until the day she was born
until the day she was born
a
beautiful goddess
her
gushing golden curls
resting
on the pure white robes
draped
around her pale body
she
was a masterpiece
she
asked all of the questions
and
knew all of the answers
as
she kept the world in balance
and
oh,
was
she grand
as
she held the scale of the universe
in
her fingertips
armed
with a double-edged sword
she
was the demise
of
every evil she encountered
but
in all her glory
the
old men knew
she
was imperfect
flawed
by preconception
so
after much deliberation
they
wrapped a cloth around her eyes
exchanged
smug looks
and
finally walked away
setting
her free into the world
unaware
that
Lady Justice could see
through
her blindfold
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