Hold this quack you evil monster,
The sea-waves bring alarms… You’ll drawn O’ sinister,
Let him be poor but he is never alone,
‘Justice’ is that power… It’ll echo soon.

The ends ‘N’ means,
The sky ‘N’ the core,
All are bound by Justice for sure;
The rich-man’s dish ‘N’ the pauper’s bread
Both are now equally blessed.

Every dark night follows a sun-shine end,
And for those of night, the moon is waiting in the stand,
The silver lining on each dark cloud,
It’s the voice of ‘Justice’, crying aloud.