Justice comes with iron rules,
A line drawn clean in flame,
It asks for blood, it asks for proof,
It never knows a name.
The sword is swift, the verdict clear,
The crowd demands the fall—
But mercy hears the trembling breath
No law can weigh at all.
Mercy is harder than justice,
It costs what hate lets go.
Justice ends when the blade comes down,
Mercy has farther to go.
To spare a life, to break the wheel,
To stand when vengeance calls—
Mercy is harder than justice,
And braver than them all.
Justice sleeps on crowns and thrones,
On ledgers carved in stone,
But mercy walks the broken roads
And weeps when none are shown.
It sees the wound behind the crime,
The fear behind the hand,
And dares to say the world might heal
If someone chooses to stand.
Mercy is harder than justice,
No cheer, no righteous flame.
Justice burns the guilty fast,
Mercy remembers the name.
It carries scars no banners praise,
No songs, no victory halls—
Mercy is harder than justice,
Yet saves what justice stalls.
For power loves a simple end,
A villain, pure and clear—
But mercy bears the heavier truth:
We’re all still standing here.
Mercy is harder than justice,
It risks being called weak or blind.
Justice closes the book of war,
Mercy dares to change the line.
When the world demands a final blow
And darkness begs for law—
Mercy is harder than justice,
And that is why it’s rare.
