Justice

Justice resides in our hearts

With the soul purpose of

Obscuring the guilt and remorse 

Of our own terrifying past

Justice, as a state of matter, is always liquid

That has infinite moral volume

But ends up taking the shape of the container

The container, being the time zone

The time zone that favors our own ethical fallacies

Triggering a conflict amidst our cognitions

After immense trials and errors

In the courtroom of brain

Justice surrenders itself to peace

The prison of peace that offers redemption