Sitting upon this jury
They know not to bring
Me upon these convictions
To the seeing eye
Who are they to pry back
Into my life.
Sound the gavel and
Speak the sentencing.
Place the chains upon my
feet and hands.
Lead me down that
Long white hall.
Detecting splattered blood
Ever so faded to those
Beaten and bludgeoned.
We need to stand tall
and strong.
Author notes
just a poem i got submitted into the litmag at my school
