Confession Of A Judge! Poem by Savio Antonio Vogt

My voice stings with the sweetness in it,
For on to all troubles does it spit!
Travelling through the spaces of my lip,
With justice and love for humanity does it drip,

Measuring scales I use not,
For when I reach my heavenly home,
With eternal questions I'll be caught,
So all I do is judge you true,
So that you and I; at the end wouldn't be blue,

I keep in mind,
That love is blind,
Told by all,
Used in small,
Yet! In me,
A truth I seek eternally,

A truth long lost,
A truth with no cost,
Yet! A truth so valuable to this world,
I'll do anything to find it!
Even if my ways are positively curled,

The truth of finding love in me,
So that when I judge,
I judge with honesty,

With god on my side,
There is nothing for me to hide,
I speak clear,
I judge with a tear,
For life is most precious to all,
Even to the big thief and the small,

But! ! Justice when given correctly,
Fills my heart with joys blissfully,
The joy of stamping on shame,
The joy of upholding justice's name,

Such I have to confess to thee! !
My fellow mates and all around me,
For what lies within my heart,
If kept, would tear me apart!