Victim On Trial
I watch as the child suffers in silence
Her heart crying out through open defiance
The system has left her no real choice
They do not hear the tears in her voice
He sat at the table his eyes in a glare
She’s was on that stand she was so scared
A victim to his invading touch
She had to speak out, it hurt so much.
The attorney was cruel in his own way
Questioning all that she had to say
The evidence against him exists
On his innocence he insists
He never took the stand, just sat and stared
She’s being put on trial, is this really fair?
*A sequel to "Her Secret's Hard to Keep"
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
Copyright © Lena Townsend | Year Posted 2009
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