The scale was never even. One pan held promises polished to a blinding gold whispered in marbled halls where hunger is rumor and mercy coin trade. other sagged heavy with names no one spoke faces blurred into statistics hands reaching for justice that cracked beneath the weight of careful indifference. Truth measured by price sold inch while lies were given away soft sweet like bread starving. And between beam balance splintered its wood worn thin friction centuries grinding voiceless dust. Somewhere ruins ancient crooked scale seed stirs — an unnamed voice rising not beg but break. Not tilt weight tear it down.