Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Judge On T.V.


Waiting at a glass window for service, hearing a voice droning
on and on about standing in line, not touching the walls, speak
when spoken to.

What kind of garbage is that? Voice, very demeaning, treating
human beings like trash in a gutter.

Who does this so-called judge think he is? Is he any better
than the people wo come before him?

There's absolutely no reason for anyone to be treated in such
an inhuman way.

A blot on our justice system, by someone who got a degree to
sit in judgement of decent human beings.

All the while the judge is less human than anybody.

Submitted: Monday, March 10, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, March 11, 2014

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