Justice Poem by Lawerence Mize, Sr.

Looked at the back
Of the third row pew
"Bitch" scratched in the wood
What can you do?
The cases were called
In a monotonous tone
The lawyers and defendants
Came together and alone
I stood on the side
At the front of the court
Listening to the cases
The endless reports
A typical day
Like so many others
Filled with deals for the accused
It was all such a wonder
"Can we approach"
Was the constant refrain
Deals made at the bench
Always a shame
Didn't look good
For the victims of crime
The constant sidebars
Wasted so much time
Of all the cases called
On this long docket day
No one went to jail
Believe what I say
They come and they go
In an endless stream
This is real life
Though you'd think it a dream
Probation and fines
The order of the day
Justice is truly blind
What more can you say?