What size is justice?
Is it as big as the world?
Obviously not, going by stories we read every day.
Is it as big as a nation?
Major no’s there, right across the globe.
How about the size of a city?
Or a street?
Maybe a house?
Is it at least as big as a person?
The smallest child?
Asking to be heard, to give their version of events before we ground them?
Is it the size of seven letters? Just a word, with no meaning or depth?
Or is justice an ideal? The gigantic size of a dream that spreads and grows, takes wing and flies to where it is needed, becomes pillow soft, to rest a weary head upon?
I don’t know what size justice is.
There is a size equated to injustice in my mind right now.