I fell into a claim, a righteous desire,
Where the courtroom burns like a funeral pyre.
And it grinds, grinds, grinds – my hope turns tired,
In the slow, cold flame of Due Process.
Filed motions by dawn, with citations precise,
My counsel assured me that justice plays nice.
But the gavel came down with bureaucratic ire,
And my faith, faith, faith caught fire.
Due Process – the wheels turn slow,
Where truth is trapped in legal prose,
And it burns, burns, burns – this retainer’s pyre,
My funds consumed by Due Process’ fire.
Cross-exams danced like shadows at dusk,
“Objection, your Honor” became courtroom musk.
The judge’s glazed eyes said, “Son, I’m tired,”
Justice adjourned – dreams expired.
The court reporter typed each dying plea,
While my lawyer whispered, “Billable fee.”
Freedom’s a concept they lease, never hire,
You rent your relief in Due Process’ fire.
Due Process – where outcomes crawl,
Your dignity’s auctioned in the justice hall,
And it burns, burns, burns – this endless mire,
Where hope turns ash in Due Process’ fire.
Yes it burns, burns, burns – that solemn pyre,
I’ll die broke but righteous,
In Due Process’ fire.
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