He calls himself
A magistrate
But loves to insult
And desecrate
It’s difficult in his court
To concentrate
Because he’s always ready to interrupt
And intimidate

Whatever you say
He won’t hear
Might as well talk
To a deaf ear
He ignores the lawyers
And instills fear
They throw their hands
And say O’ dear

The bias is so apparent
In his courtroom
It happens so often
Even to a bride and groom
Or to an unborn child
In his mother’s womb
You’d always feel insulted
And think you are doomed

He’s always making rulings
In favor of
The other side
He goes out of his way
To protect them
Even if they lied
You’d think he’d be
Ashamed of himself
And want to hide
Someone needs to tell him
Dispensing justice should always be
The criteria to guide