You sit and listen to the question
The answer you give
The thruth the whole thruth and
Nothing but the thruth
Behide a screen
The public gallary waits to see
A case to be heard
The whispers
People on the jury
Barristers and judge
Defender and witness
Chargers are read
Right or wrong
Gulity or not gulity
Tears are cried
The end is the end no turning back
No corners no bends no second
Chances
In a court of law
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is hard to find greys in the courts, only black or white. A good poem!