The Men for Whom Justice Was Lost

A lady-in-waiting, waiting on the queen
Sees more than ever she should
One day it is justice for all she surveys
One day it is justice for good

In lingering times of honor and glory
She sees many she knows meet their fate
And in remembrance of those she will always remember
She places a bulb in the earth

It is but a tiny thing, this small act
But one that will ever grow on
For this bulb glows bright o’er the hillside
In its colors of yellow and orange

It grows from one into many plants
It grows ’til it covers the hill
It was planted in mem’ry of those that she lost
It grows there in plentitude still

It blooms every spring
In glorious yellow and gold
And no one will pull up its roots
As it remembers each one, forever more
The men for whom “justice” was lost

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