Let these poems about justice give you thoughts about what is right and what is wrong; what behaviors should be accepted and what should not; what is honorable and what is not. Justice can be seen in how we treat people - with respect, integrity, and truthfulness.
Justice can also be seen in how we determine the law of the land and what should be done when it is not followed.
What Makes A Nation Great? Poet: Alexander Blackburn
Not serried ranks with flags unfurled,
Nor armored ships that gird the world,
Not hoarded wealth, nor busy mills,
Not cattle on a thousand hills.
Not sages wise, nor schools, nor laws.
Not boasted deeds in freedom's cause -
All these may be, and yet the state
In the eyes of God be far from great.
That land is great which knows the Lord,
Whose sons are guided by His Word;
Where justice rules 'twixt man and man,
Where love controls in act and plan.
Where breathing in his native air
Each soul finds joy and praise and prayer -
Thus may our country, good and great.
Be God's delight, man's best estate.
Two wrongs never make a right
It just worsens the plight
No one is above the law
Eventually, they must fall.
Justice will be served
Bringing forward what is deserved.
Be True Poet: Unknown
Young friends, to whom life's early days
Are bright with promise all,
And to whose view the glowing rays
Of hope unclouded fall, -
To counsel each to choose the good
Throughout the coming years, I would
A precept give to you:
Observe if you success would win
The wealth of worth embodied in
Two little words: Be true.
Be true to right: let justice still
Her even balance claim;
Unawed, unbribed, through good or ill,
Make rectitude your aim.
Unswayed by prejudice, thy mind
Each day submitted claims will find
To champion or deny;
Then, cast, according to thy light,
Thy influence on the side of right,
Though all the world goes by.
Be true to truth: the proudest name
That sterling worth may win
Is soiled and tarnished past reclaim
Where falsehood enters in.
No gem that arduous toil may find
In learning's fields adorns the mind
Like truth's pure, shining ray;
And from her presence error's crowds
Of worshipers disperse like clouds
Before the rising day.
Be true to reason: let her light
Be ever glorified,
And make through life her beacon bright
A fixed, enduring guide.
False views of life young faith may blind,
False creeds allure the youthful mind
And its adherence win;
But reason's steady light to thee
An oracle of truth shall be -
A monitor within.
Be true to self-respect: the world
May judge thy motives wrong,
And slander's poisoned shafts be hurled
Where virtue moves along;
Keep thou the upright ways that find
The approval of thy own good mind -
"To thine own self be true";
So shalt thou proudly walk erect,
And, conscious of thy own respect,
Make others' honor due.
These are the virtues, these the ways,
That bring their own reward;
And to observe them all thy days
Keep constant watch and guard.
He who from these his guidance takes
Gives to the race the hope that makes
The march of man sublime;
And each good deed, each wrong withstood,
Lives in its influence for the good,
Throughout all coming time.
The entire object of true education is to
Make people not merely do the right things,
But enjoy the right things -
Not merely industrious
But to love industry -
Not merely learned,
But to love knowledge -
Not merely pure,
But to love purity
Not merely just,
But to hunger and thirst after justice.
Stainless soldier on the walls,
Knowing this - and knows no more:
Whoever fights, whoever falls,
Justice conquers evermore;
And he who battles on her side,
God, though he were ten times slain.
Crowns him victor glorified, -
Victor over death and pain
Let Justice Arise
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
In the stillness of truth, let justice arise,
With eyes that see beyond biased disguise.
For each soul, regardless of birth or faith,
Deserves an equal measure, a fair wraith.
Be it woman or man, see respect profound,
Let not prejudice spin its wheels around.
In seeking justice, we must unite,
For justice knows no bounds when right takes flight.
Upon the everlasting hills
Throned Justice works, and waits.
Between the shooting of a star,
That falls unseen on summer nights
Out of the bosom of the dark,
And the magnificent march of War,
Rolled from angry lands afar
Round some doomed city-gates,
Nothing is to her unknown;
Upon her hills she sits alone.
And in the balance of eternity
Poises against the What-has-been
The weight of What-shall-be.