Courtroom Malady

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permeates the air. My thoughts smothered by legal jargon of ones that really do not care.Or, do they?Who is this Judge that will sentence me today? I have no defense to blow them away.Will it be bail or jail?I am broken now. My heart is hardened. My conscience seared. Yes, I’m guilty…and no tears!Down the mallet comes, followed by the words… “No more chances” is all I can

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hear.No surprise as I shuffle off again. In and out of this system, never knowing where I will end.© Rita Duponty June 2020Author’s note: The justice system is on overload in many countries. Repeat offenders fill the jails every day. Although the justice system in most countries is not perfect, where would we be without any justice system at all?</article></body>

Courtroom Malady

A Poem

A haze of confusion now permeates the air. My thoughts smothered by legal jargon of ones that really do not care.

Or, do they?

Who is this Judge that will sentence me today? I have no defense to blow them away.

Will it be bail or jail?

I am broken now. My heart is hardened. My conscience seared. Yes, I’m guilty…and no tears!

Down the mallet comes, followed by the words… “No more chances” is all I can hear.

No surprise as I shuffle off again. In and out of this system, never knowing where I will end.

Author’s note: The justice system is on overload in many countries. Repeat offenders fill the jails every day. Although the justice system in most countries is not perfect, where would we be without any justice system at all?