Some believe that Justice must be blind---
Eyes covered from all a glimpse could find.
If true, I'd like to give her a piece of my mind
For every person I have seen tears blind.
I would rather Compassion with a strong arm find
Ready to seek the mourning to hold and bind.
Our own world with Justice I would leave behind—
Strip away tear stained rocks which once shined.
Compassion take their grief to the millstone to grind—
Rob away their sorrows far from heart and mind.