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The Jury (old notebooks)

Poetry By: brucek
Poetry



what is a jury when you are the one accused? what if you are innocent? what if they convict you? (this was just me playing with an idea, not reality) (not yet, anyway)


Submitted:Apr 26, 2011    Reads: 49    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


The jury sentanced me to hang

And now here in my cell

I wait out my remaining days

In solitude and hell.

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They think I killed another man

Without remorse or thought

And even though I'm criminal

The killer's still uncaught.

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Why shouldn't I feel bitterly?

The jury was a crime

They should be the ones condemed

To end their life and time.

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When I'm dead I hope I haunt

Their every waking hour

May all their dreams end in doubt

And all their plans go sour.





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