Who Really Knows

Sequestered possibly, the jury deliberates Determining verdict, handing down fate Consequences harsh or maybe none at all Defendant’s only action, is to now wait Did he truly do it? Does evidence support? Who knows for sure, but the victim and he? For that is the reason he waits in the court To determine his fate, his life, then to be. He said he is innocent, not there at the scene, He arrived after the man had shot his gun. He pried it from fingers, threw to the street Yet stayed, though thinking that he should run Because he was there and on the gun, prints D A thought it airtight, they had the right man They were just looking forward to getting the win Without truly examining the evidence at hand Circumstantial presented, the D A now prays As jury, in locked room, goes over the facts The defendant, too praying his evidence weighs Counts on faith and that the jury’s not stacked The bailiff called order, all silent, we stood The judge and the jury came back to the room Each lawyer had felt they did all they could While one hoped for freedom, the other for gloom The juror, he stood with his paper in his hand He hesitated briefly, then he started to read “We the jurors”, he said with a voice of command “Find the defendant not guilty.” We couldn’t believe. The room was then chaos as two families roared One was for happiness, the other quite mad The defendant then stood and expressed once more Condolences for the family as he, too, felt sad