Law terminology (riddles)

I watch the crowd, I keep control, I guide the fans to seat and goal. Though cheers may rise and tempers burn, I stand prepared at every turn.

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.

The rules we keep, the guide we know, The laws we trust to help us grow. A nation’s heart, a country’s core, It shapes our rights forevermore.

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.

I walk the streets, but not so free, The law still keeps its eye on me. One step too far, one move unwise, And back behind the bars I rise.

From hours worked to what is fair, I guard your rights, I keep them there. A payment due, a time to rest, I make sure workers get their best.

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.

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.

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.

They say I’m free, but not for good, I walk the streets, misunderstood. One step too far, one wrong misdeed, And back to bars, I shall proceed.

I wear the robe, I hold the power, I make the call at justice’s hour. I weigh the facts, decide what’s fair, A simple word, and fate lays bare.

Our voices rise, a steady beat, A rhythm strong, a call repeat. With power loud, our message stays, A roaring sound in endless waves.

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 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 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 watch the game, I cheer the plays, I feel the thrill in countless ways. The match unfolds before my eyes, With every goal, my spirits rise.

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.