at court that morning... (justice for all and all for justice)
One gives people power -a power that’s basically made up out of thin air -
and then we start caring about their moods.
"Did you eat okay, Mr. Judge?"
"No, I had a rough night’s sleep."
It’s been a long time since the verdicts I hand down really get to me anymore, but still... bad luck for whoever shows up in court today. They’re in for a rough time. It’s all because I had a bad night, but work doesn’t wait... justice must be handed out no matter what, whether I’m in good shape or not.
Poetry by Albert Vynckier
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Written on 2026-08-30 at 13:45
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