Justice

Goddess Morrigan

Justice

They bought evil with Grandpa’s gold,
a million dollars in courtroom scrolls.
Ten lawyers in silk, sharp as blades,
cut my name from my children’s days.

They bought a doctor for twenty grand,
a lying man on the witness stand.
Too wild, too bright, too much to tame,
so they stole my babies, and called it sane.

Judges weighed coin over pain and tears,
robbed the scales with guns and fear.
They stole my life as I lay asleep,
then slandered my name when I was too weak to weep.

So I bought more tea and midnight ink,
statutes for bread, and justice to drink.
No cash, no suits, no hired lies,
just my brain, healing, refusing to die.

Their wallets bled rivers, their coffers ran dry,
the lawyers stopped answering, and the echoes soon died.
They spent fortunes to keep me broken and small,
I spent little and rose taller than all.

Now their pockets are ghosts, their phones are on mute,
their million-dollar war reduced to sheer brute.
Silence and shame and a closed courtroom door,
I stand in a flood they can no longer afford.

They bought lawyers and suits,
so I became the law.
They stole children and property,
but the gavel was raw.

They thought their judgment sealed my grave,
a final word no soul could save.
But graves are gardens in disguise,
I bloomed through rock, fierce and alive.

They forged my chains in gilded halls,
where justice hangs on auction walls.
But chains dissolve in a Mother’s flame,
I wear the fire, they bear the shame.

I planted seeds in barren night,
and watched them rise toward morning light.
They thought they could bury the truth I had sown,
but my roots find their way through cracks in the stone.

Some wars are won with money and might,
but mine was won in the dead of the night,
by a Mother who wrote with blood, sweat and tears,
who turned every scar into beautiful years.

And when the last receipt is dust,
when every check has turned to rust,
they’ll find my name still standing tall,
the strength of a Mother who outlasted them all.

The ledger turns clockwork,
The ink is now mine.
My life soon returned,
in truth and in time.

They bought lies and deceit,
so God gave me sight.
They bought evil in darkness,
so God gave me light.