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
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