Upon entering your stage,
You gauge an impressionable audience awaiting a reason to
become enraged.
Your performance must be legendary and ever so swift to
reality
Your steps into the gallery are that of someone seeking
justice without taint.
He pantomimes! He pantomimes!
Hand gestures, shoulder shrugs, the movements of one who
cares
Selected to seek justice under the guise of impartiality,
Your misconduct is a traditional formality protected by judicial
snares
Your hidden transgressions escapes your facial expressions,
While you hold the ear of the black gown and the almighty
gavel.
You look into the faces of strangers,
Intimidating them with the threat of immoral dangers.
He pantomimes! He pantomimes!
You must convict on all counts!
I hear every word you say
You can’t allow him to go free,
He’ll just live to kill another day!
Looking into the eyes of your trusting audience,
Persuading them to support your warped brand of justice,
You desire this:
A curtain call at the conclusion of your performance
Your morals are dormant.
A defendant subjugated by your emptiness.
Your fee is the conviction of anyone like me
Guilty! Because you fit a specific stereotypical label.
Guilty! Just because you’re sitting at that defense table
Guilty! For entering our world thinking you could uphold
your standard of principles
We sentence you to die,
Whether it is the truth or a lie.
The expression of your satiability to orchestrate death
Now comes the curtain call.
Take a bow for injustice
He pantomimes! He pantomimes!
Always 100,
MannofStat
Copyright © 2014 by Leroy Elwood Mann
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