Protests For The Blind Lady Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

The enthroned ones who rule
Do not trust them and they know
That these are considered fools
Shouting clangs of protest that grow
Empty tendrils of discontent
At nothing and everything they find
Not suiting their whimsical vent
Nor running parallel to their mind.
The scale sways from a blind lady's hand
Who never knew shades of human hues,
Laws written some fail to understand
If these do not align with their own views.