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THE WHEELS OF JUSTICE
(D. A. Stuart)
The clock on the wall says five till 9:00, the courtroom’s packed like sardines.
Some are dressed in their very best, others in sandals and jeans.
As the judge picks up his gavel and bailiff says, “All rise.”
The innocent and the guilty stand, you can see it in their eyes.
The bailiff cries, “Oh Yes, Oh Yes, This court is now is session.”
Soon it’ll be the criminal’s turn, (he’s sure to learn a lesson).
The D.A. calls the docket out, alphabetically,
And one by one, each stand in turn, responding with their plea.
The rich with lawyers are the first, the pauper plays second fiddle,
The officers who have summonsed them here, are somewhere in the middle.
They may have worked all night, last night, and will again today.
Their time sheet says, ‘eight hours court’ for which they’ll get no pay.
Then the defendant, whose time has come, rises to take the stand
He stops to take an oath to God, his expressions are quite bland.
With the Bible in his left hand, and his right hand in the air,
‘To tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but’ he’ll swear.
He takes the stand and clears his throat, and starts in with excuses,
Some of them quite colorful, some of them quite useless.
“I didn’t think I was going that fast”, “My speedometer wasn’t working”,
“I was in a hurry”, “My sister’s sick” the alibis start perking.
“I didn’t know it was against the law,
.As the traffic ticket cites”,
“I wasn’t drinking”, “ I wasn’t drunk”,
“I wasn’t read my rights”!
On the front row there’s a mother, her eyes swelled up with tears,
Silent sobs escape her lips, she trembles as she hears,
The story of her only son, who’s life was needless taken.
She tries to gain composure, but her nerves are badly shaken.
Finally his attorney tells the judge he concedes the charge is true.
But did the officer have Probable Cause to stop? And what about ‘Plain View’?
It’s just a game with unwritten rules played by society.
The guilty and the criminal walk if the cop don’t cross his ‘T’.
When the jury reassembles, you can hear a feather fall.
Silence fills the courtroom for, “So say we one, so say we all”.
Now should a guilty verdict be found, it’s too late to make a deal.
The only choice the lawyer has is to file for an appeal.
The outcome which no one knows,
However good your guess is.
It’s played again in Superior Court,
And it’s called the “WHEELS OF JUSTICE”!
THE WEB
(D. A. Stuart)
The spider backs into his web and waits there for his prey.
He’s colored Carolina blue, or sometimes black and grey.
Patiently he eases back for an interesting night.
The main course is about to come on an unsuspecting flight.
As he buzzes in the distance, the spider wets his lips.
It won’t be too much longer till, he’ll have him in his grips.
The stage is set, all systems go, as the prey comes into view.
Only unbeknownst to him, he hasn’t got a clue.
His fate to be is certain, he approaches flying low.
No time now to turn around, no other place to go.
The spider takes a careful aim and when the time is right
Zaps him and then he proceeds to pull him out of flight.
The prey is caught, there’s no way out, he’s met with destiny
A struggle now is useless, he’s defenseless with no plea.
He cautiously inspects his catch, then goes in for the kill.
This time a little beetle bug lay motionless and still.
“Please, Mr. Spider, let me go” he pleads in desperation.
The only thing the spider says is, “Your license and registration”
CRIME DOESN’T PAY
(D. A. Stuart)
Many times I’ve hear the old expression,
Crime just doesn’t pay.
I’ve heard it so much down through the years,
That I’ve molded my life that way.
On TV, the criminal always get caught,
The ‘good guys’ in the end always win.
‘What so ever you sow, you reap’
I was taught again and again.
So I chose the field of law enforcement,
To be my life’s profession.
To be a part of, and make come true
That ‘crime doesn’t pay expression’.
After many years on the job I found,
It’s a never ending task.
I questioned the adage, and what it meant,
And I wished I’d never asked.
I found the saying has real meaning,
But it’s not as you suspect.
The phrase wasn’t coined for the criminal.
But for the police officer when he got his paycheck!
GREAT EXPECTATIONS
(D. A. Stuart)
Haven’t you ever wondered Mom,
What I’d turn out to be?
As you sat and watched me grow
And bounced me on your knee?
Perhaps you envisioned this little boy
Whose nose once dripped and ran,
To be a lawyer, doctor, pilot,
Or maybe a businessman.
Who gave you many sleepless nights
While growing up through childhood.
And tried you patience every day.
Like no other child could.
Perhaps you thought I’d go astray
And cause you grief and sorrow.
As you kissed and tucked me in,
And waited for the morrow.
Well, tomorrow’s here dear mother,
And your dreams have manifested,
With all your love and kindness,
That in me you have invested.
As a policeman, I stand before you,
So tall and proud in blue,
And I know I’d gone the other way
If not for the strength in you.
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