he hears when you call
from the first morning light
he hears your voice
a hero from victorious fight...

in a battle where knights come with swords
you're among of those who comes late
yours is not to fight but to write
the unending claims of historical rights...

a man in black sat on his chair
to balance the figure of both the arm and the chair
who are you to judge? ...who wants to dare?
both were given a chance to be fair..

let justice be a friend

let it live in your heart

let no subordinates be faked

for their superior's sake..

lady grace

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-ease/