"The
Undefended Victim"
For me, no
gavel, hammers
The Scales
were never weighted.
My Crime was
that of a victim,
My life, was
the price I paid.
And when my
life was taken,
Why weren't
my rights read?
And the Statement,
"overruled"
When they
pronounced me dead?
I'll never
hear my rights
Nor take the
witness stand,
No attorney
to defend me,
My fate was
in a killer's hand.
Now the courtroom's
crowded
As the defendant
pleads the case.
With just
the glimmer of a tear,
Cold eyes
on a straight face.
But oh, that
I could take the stand
If they could
witness my last breath,
Could they
live with the terror
That I went
through in death.
If they could
hear my pleading cries
And see the
hatred in that face,
At last, we'd
know, the scales had
"Been balanced"
in this case.
If I could,
I'd tell the jury
Exactly how
it was,
The fear and
pain that I went through
Struck down
without a cause.
Did the jury
carefully weigh it all
As they listened
to the plea?
There were
no emotions, showing now,
Just the hope
of going free.
The final
verdict now is in
As the defendant
stands in tears
If only I
had done as well.....
Given no years.
~author unknown
to me