A poet in the courtroom

 In the hallowed halls of justice, where shadows softly fall, 

A lawyer stands with purpose, answering the call.

With words as their weapon, and wisdom as their shield, 

They navigate the labyrinth, where truth is often concealed.

In the dance of legal language, a tango of the law, 

They weave through statutes and precedents, leaving none in awe.

Their pen, a mighty sword, scribing justice on the page, 

A poet in the courtroom, where battles fiercely rage.

They champion the voiceless, the oppressed, and the weak, 

In the pursuit of fairness, where the scales must always speak.

With empathy and reason, they bridge the great divide, 

Defenders of the accused, in the courtroom they abide.

In black robes or sharp suits, with a gavel or a pen, 

They navigate the labyrinth, to justice, they attend.

Through trials and tribulations, they guide with steady hand, 

A beacon in the darkness, where justice makes its stand.

But beyond the legal tapestry, a human heart beats strong, 

For every case they handle, a melody, a song.

In the courtroom symphony, where justice finds its tune, 

A lawyer's spirit soars, like a crescent-waxing moon.

So here's to the lawyers, guardians of the law, 

Navigators of justice, in a world filled with flaw.

In verses of advocacy, their legacy is penned, 

A poem for the lawyers, may their noble deeds transcend.