Sentenced to Four Years for Aggravated Assault

Plain steps
Grey concrete smooth polished to look
Like marble
But they are not; nothing in this courtroom is real

I came here a Free Man
Under licence and bonded high, but free all the same
I chose to face my accusers
Had I have known the theatre was so drab
I would not have bothered

Reporters, local papers and one National
But a freelance, a local stringer
So no coverage guaranteed, where, where
Is the caring, the recognition, the notoriety
Don’t they know, I mean something!

How do you plead?
I don’t plead at all, not to this rabble
Not to this lack of peers
Not to this arbitrary judicial show

He, the alleged victim
Was a bailiff, a debt collector, a legalized thief
He, the alleged victim
Was a bully, a sociopath, a scumbag
He bled out from the neck

 
No wigs and no gowns
No wooden pews, only new, plastic coated
Soft from reconstituted foam, benches
Carpet of synthetic wool, patterned to hide the dirt
And not even a Judge; Three Magistrates
One blind, one deaf, one mute
Local worthies, do-gooders, busy-bodies

There is a point to this!
There was a point to this, I tell them
You can’t just keep on pushing
You just can’t keep coming after me

You took my job
You took my wife
You took my house
You can’t just take and expect no reaction in return

You?  They?  
They say, thinking of lunch
Looking to the clerk for permission
The one with the actual job here

He, the alleged victim
Has a wife, a house too, has a kid
Like the one I could have had
Listen to me
Listen to me
We can’t let society treat us this way
There will be explosions, further fury
We can’t let society be so unfair
Someone, listen
Someone

Plain steps, not even marble