Best Fair Trial Poems

How proud they put them on display
Two thousand of the first of fortyk
There President Bukele did say
They’ll live in the jailhouse for decades
he went on boasting, in jail it’s judgement day,
as he held his glass of brandy toasting
inmates, suspected violent gang members 
moved to a...

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Poetry on trial?

I’m going to indict poetry, for infecting my soul
Does it serve any purpose, or has it lost control 
This may seem quiet strange, perhaps unorthodox 
Peruse this if you will, whilst it’s head layeth on the block 

No need for a foundation, build...

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MULTILAYERED: THE CAUSE IS CIVIL RIGHTS!

How time has changed.
I am a colored woman by DNA living in a country of diversity.
I can remember my first day of school when my teacher asked me to self-identify.
     “I am Native American”, I said.
In...

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Who gave this world the right to judge me?

 

Everywhere I look, all I see is the jury,

But I'm not getting a fair trial.

 

Before I've even left my house,

you've hung, drawn and quartered me.

 

If I wear this I'm 'ghetto',

If I wear that I'm...

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I am a girl and I have no right to be me,
They keep details of who I am,
Of, who I should be
And how far I should go with my career,
I should never grow tall or remain short,
Just be somewhere in the middle,
And their expectations met...

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Original angel, God's first personal assistant
Going errands for the Almighty, across upon infinite distant
The toast of heaven, captain of the A team
A is for angels, all jealous of Satan’s beam
They knew God had spent, a little more time on him
For apparent he was "special", It...

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The Magna Carta changed the rule of law,
That is, what the law was and who it was for, 
From being a simple, dashing validation of the king, 
To being about truth, reason and justice free-standing. 

The Charter came into existence in 1215 with a rebellion,
Against...

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implicated for a crime he did not commit

fighting an endless and hopeless battle 

unsure of who conspired aganist him

guilty of being black

innocent soul forced to be corrupt

mind racing and searching for relief

heartbeat slowing down

raped and tortued by inmates and guards

forced into a world where hell...

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I thought as hard as I could
Of how I would my first poem begin
But this I knew
That once I put my pen to paper
Then I could write a full book


So I started to write
With my eyes moving from left to right
And a lot running through...

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(this pastiche pertaining to maya own inc ore pore rated poetic patois promulgated many moons ago from those screaming bloody thirsty headlines from the Italian court for justice sans the brutal homicide attributed to this then American college student and her ex-boyfriend).

with the assiduous vigor...

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Beacon of liberty stunningly original
Integrity unbending
…. genuinely formidable

Courageousness clamoring and Brave
Poised intricately…
to protect and save

Untailored impetuous spirit thrives
Inside hiding Many…
burdened lives

Never forgiving nor merciful to sin
Always a fair trial
…. before judgment comes in

Cantering an unstoppable Flawlessness
Altruistic in setting
…. faithful lawfulness

Do not bequeath your liberties ashore
Impenetrable...

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Finally just finishing up. I haven't been working on this one very consistently, but I like it, 
because it's actually helping me fit in a variety of emotion that I've been feeling over the 
time that I've been writing it. There's one and 2/3s of...

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(this pastiche promulgated many moons ago from those screaming bloody thirsty headlines from the Italian court for justice sans the brutal homicide attributed to this then American college student and her ex-boyfriend). My gut reaction that zero apr guilt linkedin with lovely looking lass, who...

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He was a straight-laced lawman,
who went strictly by the book
Before he took any criminal gunsmoke down,
he would give them 
his best Marshall Dillon righteous look
Said he would always give them a fair trial
Just one of the rules his daddy lawman taught him
He could still hear...

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With baggage behind and baseless excuses why they were not the one
It was my first trial as lead council but I knew the case seemed proverbially dim
And if you asked me they had every piece of evidence plus the god-damned smoking gun

Then my client leaned...

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