Scale in one hand to weigh,
The veiled eyes say nothing can sway,
And nothing can escape my third eye
I folded my eyes to all deceptions,
Now, I am steered by my perceptions.
I sense the difference between true and fake,
When I hear the cries they make.
My scales keep the balance fine,
My sword upholds its shine.
I am lady of justice, standing in poise,
To punish the guilty,
And spread the justice divine.
I am symbol of grace and resolution,
I am untainted by falsification.
Generations on generations come and go,
But none has the power to forego,
The decree I make. Workshop # 17