Walking Toward The Gallows Poem by Bgb radley

Stepping into the grand chamber
Smell of polished wood and old justice

Taking place on a hard planked pew
Prepared to be admonished

All rise with respect due,
the robe that takes the bench

Players present in majestic setting
Take the orange clad prisoners first

A little time to breathe,
wipe the sweat from my palms

My name is announced,
hope they can't see me quaking

Sentence is four points and an SR22
I hate court