I hate courtroom eight*

It’s small, It’s cramped, It has seats too few.

I hate courtroom eight

I’m always being shoved out of the way My toes crushed to paste I get an elbow in the face every day.

I hate courtroom eight

Someone sneezes on me Here I get poked in the ribs All for the crime of standing still.

I hate, hate courtroom eight

If it isn’t body odour It’s the smell of stale sweat and it’s all in my way.

I hate, hate, hate courtroom eight

A mob gathers outside A big case is on inside I’ll never get to mine in time.

I hate, hate, hate, hate courtroom eight

I can never get in I can never get out Even when I hear the matter called out.

I hate, hate, hate, hate courtroom eight

I can’t hear what the judge’s said The court master couldn’t care less I beg, almost cry, but all in vain.

I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate courtroom eight

Miscellaneous day’s done The crowds have had their fun I walk an empty corridor I see an open door I step in to check It’s the courtroom I left So empty, peaceful and pure.

I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate courtroom eight!

*This is a tirade against the overcrowded courtrooms in the SC, specifically the smaller ones at the back. I don’t have anything particular against courtroom 8 but just it’s better for a rhyme.

Court Witness is an advocate of the Supreme Court of India and tweets @courtwitness1.

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