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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, if 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,
Then 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 ten to twenty years.
Poem shared by yet another bereaved mother...
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, if 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,
Then 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 ten to twenty years.
Poem shared by yet another bereaved mother...