The Advocate

 

"The Advocate"

In halls where silence weighs like stone,
A voice rings out, firm and alone.
Clad not in armor, but in truth,
With mind as sharp as blade, uncouth.

The lawyer stands, both shield and sword,
For those whose cries go long ignored.
She weaves the law with practiced art,
A steady hand, a steadfast heart.

With parchment scroll and justice scale,
She braves the storm, she tells the tale—
Of right and wrong, of loss and gain,
Of battles fought through words, not pain.

No spotlight shines, no cheering crowd,
Yet still she speaks, composed and proud.
For every soul denied their due,
She fights until the sky turns blue.

So raise a glass to those who strive,
To keep our rights and hopes alive.
A lawyer's path is rarely straight—
But through the law, she shapes our fate.