In halls where silence drapes the air so thick,
The gavel’s sound commands respect, so swift.
From parchment old, the laws are writ to stick,
To guard the weak, and mend the rift.

The scales of justice, balanced by the wise,
Weigh truth and lies with impartial sight.
Each case unfolds beneath the watchful eyes,
Of those who seek to do what’s right.

Beneath the robes, a heart that understands,
The gravity of each and every plea.
With careful thought and steady hands,
They shape the course of destiny.

So let us honor those who stand for law,
Who navigate through moral gray and blue.
For in their quest, they strive without a flaw,
To uphold justice, pure and true.