My name is Justice.

I stand for the helpless.

For those who can’t speak

The vulnerable and weak

In the hands of the heartless

Victims of greed and malice.

You may say that I don't exist

Or that I take too long to occur

But understand it if you can

When I'm in the hands of Men

They turn me into a big blur

And I'm unable to assist.

I am always nearby

I am not out of reach

Just a bit of goodwill

Discernment and skill

More action, less speech

And I am worth the try.