Where's the justice?

Where is justice to be found?
My eyes can't make its shape.
In streams of falsehoods has it drowned,
Unable to escape?

My eyes have searched both far and wide
No fairness have I seen.
No effort made to turn the tide
And render rubbish clean.

I wish that I could turn back time
Before it was too late
And solve for once the horrid crime
That marred what's good and great.

All fools would say, "give up and play,
Concern yourself with naught
But the present day, and leave what may
In sorrow's net be caught."

But I'll not fear, I'm ready here
To face my finest hour.
All things I'll clear, my ship I'll steer
To the greatest of my power.