Gavel to the Heart by Kelly Brandsness

Gavel to the Heart


Without hesitation you donned your black robe

Grasping and lifting that gavel with ease

Without pausing to ask for facts or truth

You judged me, you sentenced me

Then you dispensed your sense of justice

By driving your gavel of perfection

Into my loving heart, blow after blow ….

As it lay bleeding at your feet

Beating low but not quite dead,

You straightened your blood soaked robe,

Swiveling the gavel in your victorious hand

You silently walked away into the night


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