The Law and Me
Aristotle said, "The law is reason, free from passion,"
A noble ideal, a timeless fashion.
But when will its reason, so cold and austere,
Free me from the shadows I carry near?
Justice speaks in measured tones,
Yet my cries echo through hollow stones.
Where is the balance, the empathy's face,
When the law moves slow in a survivor's space?
Rationality reigns, detached and clear,
But it cannot erase what happened here.
I seek not vengeance, only to heal,
For the wounds are deep, and time won't seal.
If law is reason, then let it see,
The human cost of this agony.
Not just logic—compassion must rise,
To mend the broken and hear our cries.