The Courtroom Is Empty

the courtroom is empty, the gavel untouched. no hands on the book, no jury of twelve. (and the hands of the clock have stopped!) small children killed, tossed in the trash, women abused, old people hungry, alone. young girls sold into slavery young boys sold into war homeless ghosts walk the halls, without hope in man or God. and there's no sound, no feeling, not even a breath of air (and the hands of the clock have stopped!) an American tragedy, or just human tragedy. justice bought and sold, afforded by just the few. the wheels of Wall Street turn, politicians barter with lives. drinking the blood of the babies that will never be born! the takers keep taking, and the honest man falls to die nameless in the ditch, covered by ashes and dust. and there's no sound, no feeling, not even a breath of air. (the hands of the clock have stopped!) the courtroom is empty