Halls of Justice Question the Guardians

In halls of marble, wisdom's voices wary, Of tribunals nestled in the eagle's nest. Do they stand impartial, or with burden carry, A tilt that weighs upon the ultimate test? Guardians cloaked in regal solemn hues, Questions rise like dawn on morning's first light. The balance sought in every cue and clause, For justice must, in all, be pure and right.

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