When Karma Speaks

 Truth is known to eyes that see,
It waits in quiet dignity;
Though hidden now by lies and blame,
It burns untouched by fear or shame.

Justice walks a patient way,
It does not rush, yet does not stray;
False words and hearts with dark intent
Build their own walls of punishment.

A day will rise, as days all do,
When mirrors show what once they threw;
And when their echoes turn them weak,
That is the hour when Karma speaks.

Then slowly, through their fall and pain,
They’ll taste the truth they once made vain;
Too late perhaps, but clear and strong
They’ll know at last they were the wrong.