This is the land that is desired;  where dreams are built upon
It’s sweet non-judgmental treasure, most due believe in it
From and for those who will give it or retrieve it; it can not be depleted

Such a measure; when one receives it
A just an equaling rain, when given without a single bit of pain
To be fair; just because, evenly weighted
Taking no more then that which is offered

Returning the overture, receiving a smile and all the while
Being lifted and feeling justice is being served
Without a word Honesty waits and it measures

Every single one of us right down to our very core
Right down to the last molecule, it measures our
Spirits, and tests the essence of our very souls
That is where Honesty waits and it measures

A bullet- proof vest, a sword of defining grace
The balance of the scales; she is blind and pure
And she has no respect of men; for who they are, their places

Is there such a scale ? does it truly exist ?
Is it in the hearts of men ?
A little work, a little pay
Where for then, do we treasure ?

Weights of silver, copper and gold
Are not then the scales tipped ?
Are not segments born ?

The divisions torn, lies, and alibi-es
Replace the “just scale” and it leans to one side

But, never fear let everyone hear
Honesty waits and it Measures

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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