O hallowed ruins, once so grand,

Where Themis’ scales did firmly stand.

In Athens’ shadow, 'neath the sun,

Now silent where her will was done.

Columns fallen, stones erode,

Along the path where justice strode.

The echo of the oracles’ chants,

Fades ‘midst the olive trees’ advance.

Here, where right meted out to all,

No more the supplicants do call.

The temple’s glory, lost to time,

Yet memory lives in this humble rhyme.

Gone the Titaness, her temple bare,

But in our hearts, her ideals flare.

For Themis’ truth does still impart,

A call for justice in every heart.