Gavel to the Heart by Kelly Brandsness

gavel                                 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
Justified…..Judgemental…Alone

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