Every stanza of "Tipping Scale" is built around questions: what is good, what is evil, what is justice, who is right. The speaker doesn't answer any of them. Instead, the poem suggests that moral rules are shakier than we like to believe. They are "laid down on gravel," not solid ground, and they can become a "stereotype to blind all men." Judgment, the speaker hints, is often biased, shaped by ideology and by a person's fame rather than by the truth.
The feeling underneath is doubt, edging toward weary frustration. Lines like "No one knows, nor will they care" give the poem a bleak, resigned tone, and the images of ink, night and clouded paper add to a sense of blurred vision. By the final stanza the questions turn on the reader: are you a hero or a villain, and can we trust what we see? The poem ends with an uneasy mood, as the future "blurs for humanity" and the line between black and white fades.