When You are a Lawyer
When you are a lawyer, not in title but in soul,
You stand where truth is trampled, and still uphold the whole.
In the middle of injustice, you do not look away,
You speak when silence kills, you rise when others sway.
A breach of rights, it wounds you, deeper than a blade,
You feel the cries of strangers, in shadows where they're laid.
The smash of truth, the roar of lies, it makes your spirit ache,
For every broken promise, for every vow they break.
You question those in power, though they strip you to the bone,
They may take your bread and shelter, but can't shake your heart of stone.
You do not serve for silver, nor bow to thrones of gold,
You live to lift the fallen, to give the weak a hold.
You burn for all creation, not just the voice of man,
For justice for the rivers, the forests, and the sand.
You fight for birds in silence, for beasts without a plea,
For every soul unspoken, for truth that must be free.
You wear no blindfold, yet are blind to greed and pride,
You walk with moral courage, with conscience as your guide.
Impartial in your purpose, you serve no tribe or king,
But hold the law as sacred, above all earthly thing.
You carry justice heavy, yet lift it like a flame,
A light for all the hopeless, a banner in their name.
O warrior of wisdom, in court or in the street,
Your heart shall never falter, your mission never cheat.
So when they call you "lawyer", let them truly know,
You're the voice of generations, where silent sorrows grow.
You're not just trained in statutes, or bound by dusty rule,
But chosen by the aching world, to be its justice tool.