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