Who are judges,
Who can be,
Do you know it?
The good men will not
Like to come
In between?
Those who like
To come into light,
Wanting to get
A cup of tea with respect
In other man houses
Will.
But judgement is
Not judgement,
But brokering
And buying of peace.
Only litigant people
Remain concerned with
Judgement.
The lawyer too is
A third class boy,
A last bencher,
A loafer
Now in a robe.
What will he plead,
He will just
Make a living,
Will try to learn
How to write English
And how to reason?
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