All rise I yell
At the start of the day
When going to court
It's the defendants who pay
Sometimes I look
At the shaky knees
The smell of fear
Like rotten leaves
Faces blank
Eyes staring straight ahead
Trying to remember
Words once said
The chains and cuffs
That bind and chafe
Steals their identity
Makes us safe
Accused they are
Come to plead their case
Make a deal
Get back in the race
Some prove innocent
Walk away free
Others found guilty
Still can't see
The harm that's done
to you and me...
And doing the time
That's never free
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