In The Court Room
In the court room My parents sit by me in the front row Waiting for the judge My palms get sweaty And my stomach starts to groan. No one makes a sound We hear the cars go by outside. In the court room Everyone stands for the judge. We watch the defendant walk in With chains around his feet And cuffs around his wrists. In the court room He stares at me with a pleasant smile Widely stretched across his face. Like nothing happened Or he didn't do anything wrong He thinks he's going to be let out. In the court room We listen to the lawyer's debate About a simple reconsideration. One gives reasons why he should be let out. They say that he has changed That he has become religious And that he should be given another chance. The other lawyer explains everything What he did How he did it Who he did it to And when it happened. She explains that many children were involved And that his charge shouldn't be changed. In the court room We listen to the judge make his decision. I watch my parents faces Tear up with joy. I watch his face The defendants face Discombobulate with confusion I am relieved. In the court room Justice is made.