I sit
and see
a judgment day
eight people's pasts
in an echoing room
What I never would
have thought important
these words
that expression
are a salve
are a poison
dissolved
reconstructed
torn apart
and resewn
until
I stand
and I stand
unquailing
my words like an arrow
spoken like truth
blazing like lightning
to the ears of a judge
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I would spell judgment without the 'e'. options for the title: the courtroom, judgment day, justice, power of justice, voice of justice.