Prove me Innocent.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
another poem i dedicated to my son at a time he was falsely accused of a crime he did not commit.. thank God in the end, justice did prevail and he was found not guilty and acquitted.

Submitted: June 27, 2011

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Submitted: June 27, 2011

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Alone I sit in Solitude

the questions scattered around

the answers continue to elude.

As much as I may search they cannot be found.

With frustration I inwardly cry

How can this be happening?

what crime did I commit?

I am here, but why?

Joint Enterprise, they call it

this law that imprisons me.

what did I do? I do not understand

I know I should be free.

Why have they done this to me?

I am an honest man,

I once believed this life was fair,

now, oppression and injustice is all I see.

What actions did I take,

that led me to this end

giving a helping hand to a brother

I thought of as a friend.

Open up your heart and listen to the truth

'They' say i knew what was in another mans mind

how ridiculous,of this, how can i prove?

what evidence is there to find?

So don't believe as I did

that justice is pure and good

for standing in the wrong place

'they' will accuse you of falsehood

'They' stand before me

in their government uniforms

feeling mighty and powerful

believing for that they were born.

'They' try to fill my heart

with sorrow and shame

But i'm an innocent man,

My pride they cannot gain.

Humiliating actions and tormenting Words

my spirit is untouched by their double edged swords.

'They' may have my body but they cannot break my mind

my soul is hidden deeper than they can ever find.

Who is there to listen, to us the innocent ones ?

we are someones daughters and beloved sons.

No-one is interested in our anger and dispair

which is directed at a society that doesnt seem to care.

I am an innocent man

and one day I WILL be free,

I am an innocent man,

what must I do to make them see?

Listen to my plea before its too late

my heart filled with bitteness and twisted with hate.

Mans justice is no justice at all

to the innocent in the wrong hands do fall.


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