moment of truth
juror’s quick glance and brief smile
~ innocence is bliss
Oh God, I've been running through the street
Made the choice of the thief
And now I never feel peace
Maybe its too late and if i got nothing to eat, what's a little more beef?
What's it matter now to me?
It didn't matter that they caught me red handed
Full sprint, full sprint
No hesitation for a bandit
Red lights, blue lights, voices yelling
I can manage
Flashlights on my back make shadow
I won't panic
The tree line is my liberty
Each flight, a flight from custody
A chance to get away
My feet were running when they landed
deficient defense
jury easily convinced
justice forsaken
I didn’t do it, I swear to you;
I would not intentionally, that much is true.
A bat flew in here,
and showed me its rear,
into a stew, I flew.
I know that you want to talk,
so at that, I will not balk.
Your TP’s in tatters,
I’m mad as a hatter,
while that guilty bat, just walks!
Oh, the window is closed, I see;
why do I feel, I must flee?
I’ve run out of excuses,
it’s either the fault of my muses,
or my alternate personality.
Okay, so I am a bad cat;
that is the end of that.
I flew into a frenzy,
tore up TP intensely,
I confess, there was no bat.
I'm forever free for you,
and you can love me..
For my love's so true.
You will find that-that I'm
here for you,and I'm no guilty,
For what I do..
And I'm not guilty,for loving you.
You're on my mind girl.
I need you by my side.
And you can love me..
For my love's so true.
Because I'm not guilty,
And I'm so glad.
You're on my mind girl.
And it's making me mad.
Because I'm not guilty.
For loving you.
You're on my mind girl.
I need you by my side.
And you can love me..
For my love's so true.
Because I'm not guilty.
For loving you.
And I'm not guilty..
For my love's so true.
Love Ballad by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1983,2018.All Rights Reserved..
I stand behind the curtain,
My story is making history,
My name all over the village is stain,
I am trying to say I am sorry,
My friends and family don't believe,
My lover left me it hurt,
I can't relief,
the pain in my heart,
But nobody care to listen,
I wish you could give me a chance,
I swear I am very innocent
I am not guilty even for once
I want prove to you the true sense,
Though to you all I am guilty for the offense
The Jury Says Not Guilty
By Elton Camp
The little child had mysteriously disappeared
An obvious suspect then immediately appeared
When an investigator, to get information tries
Most of his questions are answered with lies
That the suspect had a motive was very clear
And when the crime was committed was near
Although nobody actually witnessed the wrong
Circumstantial evidence was especially strong
Then when the jury ultimately voted to acquit
The public in general began to have a big fit
At the decision, derisive laughter broke out
That it was wrong, few had the slightest doubt
But that isn’t the way the American justice works
Without proof it must free even those it thinks jerks
So at the jury the rest of us have no right to sneer
For we weren’t there the complete testimony to hear
(I think she's guilty, so there's no need to tell me to look at the evidence. Still,
however imperfectly, the justice system has made its decision. We must move on.)
I swear it was his fault Your Honor
So put him in his place
He was trying to break my knuckles
By hitting them with his face
Of course I wouldn't hurt him
I would not commit no crimes
You see, he kept falling on my knife
Yes, Your Honor, forty seven times
No I didn't rob the post office
They're just trying to ruin my day
I don't have cash to pay my fine
Will postage stamps be okay
He's lying again, Your Honor
Trying to throw my life into despair
Even though my prints were on his throat
I wasn't even there
This poem is dedicated to the liberal morons this country has appointed to the
courts. The sad part is, the parties in these fictional statements would probably
be found Not Guilty by today's judicial standards. A salute to the vigilantes out
there who actually protect the victim.
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