Justicia

My name is Justice. I was given to humanity as a gift long ago. As with all gifts given to mankind, I have been misused and my true purpose has been forgotten. I represent fairness and strength. I am timeless and ageless. I show no emotion. There is no hatred in me. There is no favoritism. I was created to weigh the information in search of the truth and cast my sword forward in judgement of those that have wronged others. I was created to look human as a reminder that humans can keep the virtues of honor and honesty. I am blindfolded as a reminder that the eyes can deceive. They can cast premature and incorrect judgement. They can be tricked and misled easily. While they are called the windows to the souls, not all souls allow their truest nature to be seen. It is also an unnoticed statement advising humanity that the eyes of humans are not wanted or needed by those beings who have been given the power to judge. I am beauty, power, and grace drenched in honesty and simplicity.

The honesty that I was created with shows itself clearly. I brought with me a painful prophecy. I have seen the seeds of this prophecy grow into plants. I have seen people carry its pollen with them to all the corners of this place. I have seen the seeds spread across oceans and penetrate other cultures. I have seen the seeds grow into fierce jungles of skewed judgement. I have seen the jungle covered in the tangled vines of manipulation. I have seen the venomous creatures controlled by greed come out of these horrible jungles to fill the halls of the places where I stand with so much confusion that the innocent leave unprotected and the guilty go unpunished. All the while, I have carried with me the symbol professing these times and the punishment that will come when the worst of these times has come. The prophecy begins with my scales. The scales I carry were always tipped. They are not balanced because I was a gift given to the one creature in nature that can not maintain balance, humanity. I was given to the only thing in nature that can create an object such as money, attach a value to that object that would cause people to turn against each other, and then use it to control all of society. Yes, my scales have always been tipped, constantly reminding me that I was given an impossible task. My sword is held downward. It is not pointed at anyone. It is pointed at the Earth. My wrists are relaxed. I was placed here at rest because I would have to wait here for ages before my sword is to be lifted against injustice. I have learned to be so grateful that my eyes are covered. In all these years, I have not developed an attachment to humanity. When the time comes for me to tighten my grip around my sword and use it to cast out the essence of true injustice, my eyes wont look at humanity in pity. I will not harbor a doubt within me. I will feel relief in that ages were given and humanity refused to learn the lessons that were clearly taught and the values that were clearly presented to them. I will finally have my vengeance for being reduced to a decorative object standing in the center of a building, on the side of a courtroom, or a small area on a desk after having been forced to represent a location or a person who has lost the true meaning of Justice.
Humanity has been given many gifts and has squandered all of them. Here, I stand patiently, collecting dust, holding my tipped scales and my sword awaiting the day that humanity is finally charged for their many crimes against Life, Liberty, Justice, Peace, Nature and the countless other gifts that were given.

Blindfolded, I still can see more clearly than the humans that claim to rule the Earth. The wait is long but Justice will prevail without the help of humanity. So here I stand, faithfully. I stand for Justice!