How stand thee tall, judgemental,now? How dost thou choose thy bread? When all around thee, finger pointers, leer and shake their head. Have you found a sphere of comfort here, whilst perched upon thy throne? Has it ever really bothered you, that esconced, you're quite alone? You live with dire restrictions, imposed so harshly by the Court And as socially, classed an isolate, it affects you more than ought. Though recompensed so generously you feel the pressure bound Because each and every day your judgement rendered, must be sound. Each utterance decreed by you must hold good Law intoned Or the Brotherhood Knights Templar shall see you thoroughly dethroned.
A Pillar of Society, though one who stands forlorn Is the Judge who'se daily client's words are negatively sworn. The Judge who waits expectantly for that ray of light to shine But is constantly bombarded by the tarnished shade of crime.
The loneliness is tangible and corrosive wear extreme For the man who sits in judgement and who'se wisdom must be seen.