In robes of empathy, a judge should stand,
Learning mental struggles, extending a hand,
Understanding the pipeline's unjust strife,
For underprivileged souls, a chance at life.
No bail bondsman's grip, a system redefined,
Where fairness and justice are closely aligned,
Juveniles, tender hearts, scarred by the past,
Guidance and understanding, to heal and hold fast.
With wisdom and care, these wounds they'll address,
Through patient discussions, the pain they'll assess,
No father figure's absence to define their fate,
But mentorship and love, helping them navigate.
A courtroom transformed, compassion as a guide,
Breaking chains of injustice, where destinies collide,
Each decision made, reflects a compassionate art,
A judge who mends souls and mends every heart.
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