Murder or something far m(o)te sin is stirruse? Miss Justice Shoved into darkness, called property, their voices muffled, their dreams buried deep. The world closes its eyes, for pocket change, while humanity’s soul is sold and estranged. But I stand still— unbroken yet broken still. A paradox of pain and power, a heart that refuses to cower. Miss Justice, they named her, but never gave her a face. She is many, she is all, lost in a cruel embrace. Chains of silence rattle loud, beneath the weight of greed’s shroud. Yet in the shadows, embers glow— a spark of change begins to grow. I’m fine being the last to stand, if it means the animals don’t lose their land. But it’s not just us; species fade, their future lost in the haze. The rhino, the elephant, the tiger too, their numbers dwindling, what shall we do? Their extinction a price we can’t pay, yet still we ravage, day by day. It’s time the world awakens, to see what’s been forsaken.