Dressed in black, sitting, waiting in a courtroom for the
judge to appear.
Benches set like pews within a church, only God is not in
view.
Many people charged with various crimes, sitting, sweating,
waiting for the judge to announce their times.
Being in court is like going to confession, it is a time for
paying for your sins, a time for doing penance and cleansing
your soul.
Paying fines and charges, setting the records straight or
clearing them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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