Gavel

Shaken from the wooden sound, Of the gavel coming down, To finalize what he just said, A sentence hangs above my head... One I reach and try to grab, Making room for one more slab, The chains that bound me wrist to waist, Pains what found me in such haste... Who can I blame but myself, When every sinner fed my wealth, For a time I watched them greed, But weak in mind I joined their feed... Strong enough to take my share, Wrong enough so not to care, As mothers eyes got even wetter, Because she knew she taught me better... Now I join the hall of fame, Built between the walls of shame, As I stand and hide my face, Among the ones who lost their place...