The great mahogany doors open to allow passage through.
The light is bright enough to gleam off the tables
And to sear into the eyes of all who enter.
Eyes are alert and wild,
Tensions run high,
And my heart pounds hard in my chest.
Again and again and again I hear the lies—
The filthy lies, dripping with dishonor
And filling me with disgust.
Again and again and again I step forward,
Striking them down,
My voice loud and my aim true.
Again and again and again I hear and say the words,
Coming to me as naturally as breathing,
Leaving me as easily as cupped water.
And again and again and again I stand forth,
Fighting for all I hold dear.
Fighting for justice,
Fighting for truth,
Fighting for the world.
I stand here, on these polished floors, looking at this room
That’s as clean as a hospital room might be.
I stand here, finger outstretched, eyes sharp and my heart pounding—
I stand here in this room filled with people, but really alone, knowing
This is my battle to fight, this is my battle to win,
This is my battle to live.
And as I stand here, staring the trembling man before me down,
I know one thing for certain.
I am no superhero.
But when it comes to the world of justice—
When it comes to the realm of finding the truth and exposing the lies—
I am close enough. |