A symbolic representation of economic inequality. It depicts a group of people on one side of a scale, seemingly working-class, being outweighed by money on the other side where there are fewer individuals who appear to be affluent. The words at the base of the scale are “©SALARY” and “©ENFULYTION”, which could be interpreted as a commentary on the unfair distribution of wealth and power in society. This image is similar to some of the web search results for “economic inequality art”
The Scale of Injustice Story:
The day had finally come. The day when the fate of the world would be decided by a simple scale. On one side, the representatives of the rich and powerful, who had amassed fortunes and influence beyond measure. On the other, the masses of the poor and oppressed, who had suffered for generations under their rule.
The scale was supposed to be a symbol of justice, a way to measure the value of each side and determine who deserved to have a say in the future of humanity. But everyone knew it was rigged. The money on the right side was too heavy, too overwhelming, too corrupting. The people on the left side had nothing but their hopes and dreams, their dignity and courage, their solidarity and resistance.
But they did not give up. They knew they had to fight for their rights, for their freedom, for their survival. They reached out their hands, trying to tip the balance, trying to make their voices heard, trying to make a difference. They knew they were not alone. They knew they had allies, friends, supporters, all over the world, who shared their vision and their struggle.
They also knew they had enemies, foes, adversaries, who wanted to keep them down, who wanted to silence them, who wanted to crush them. They knew they had to face them, to challenge them, to confront them. They knew they had to risk everything, to sacrifice everything, to give everything.
They knew they had to win.
The scale was not just a scale. It was a battleground, a showdown, a showdown between two forces, two visions, two destinies. It was a test, a trial, a trial of will, of strength, of spirit. It was a choice, a decision, a decision that would shape the course of history.
It was the scale of injustice.
And it was about to tip.
The Scale of Injustice Poem:
They say the scale is fair and just
But we know it’s a lie
They pile their money on one side
And watch us struggle and die
They say the scale is balanced and equal
But we know it’s not true
They hoard their wealth and power
And leave us nothing but rue
They say the scale is impartial and objective
But we know it’s a sham
They rig the system in their favor
And don’t care who they damn
But we say the scale is broken and flawed
And we know we can fix it
We stand together and reach out
And make our voices explicit
We say the scale is ours and ours alone
And we know we can change it
We fight for justice and dignity
And make our lives legit