I steal your face, your name, your past, With me, your life will never last. I take your wealth, I leave you bare, But I’m a ghost, I’m never there.

A hidden deal, a secret plan, No written word, no guiding hand. Yet still we move, yet still we plot, Our crime unseen, but never not.

I’m not myself, I change my name, With every mask, I play the game. You think you know, but I’m not there, A ghostly form, a name unclear.

I bring the end, I close the fight, With just one word, wrong turns to right. The jury speaks, the judge agrees, And with my weight, the law decrees.

A price to pay, to walk away, Until the court decides your stay. A promise made, yet still unsure, One misstep more, you won’t be pure.

Across the land, I chase and track, Through city streets and forests black. No place to hide, no ground to stand, I'll find the one with guilty hands.

You ran away, you left the land, But justice follows, close at hand. Another court, another face, And now you stand to take your place.

A careless word, a reckless glance, A spark that gives a fight its chance. With heat and pride, the rage will grow, And tempers flare before they know.

Here it happened, here it lies, A tale of loss beneath the skies. With tape and chalk, the story stays, A frozen time in many ways.

I saw it all, I heard the sound, Now in the court, I stand my ground. My words may help, my words may harm, But truth, they say, will bring no harm.

A tiny print, a hidden clue, With ridges swirled in lines so true. No two alike, a match will show, Who touched the scene? Now we will know.

I stir the calm, make tempers rise, I fill the streets with angry cries. I push for change, I fan the flame, Without my spark, protests seem tame.