The sun is but a little swinging ball; The hills are tiny, and the seas are small; The sky is not so lofty, after all. But see! This man we're hanging—in him lies, No matter what the guilt for which he dies, A living soul, and who can guess its size?
Justice, Law & Crime
Justice and law are not the same things. Get to know many different views above them, how it feels to be on trial and of course about lawyers - here and there with a little wink...