I have been writing poetry, fiction and short stories for many years and have completed a book of poems. I also enjoy comedy writing.
I watched and waited for the verdict
As my heart was being ripped apart, my palms sweaty and my soul still hurting
“We find the defendant, Not Guilty!”
I stood up in shock as the man who murdered my son walked free
I was statue. I could not believe this monster was allowed to leave
The people of the court erupted in disbelief
The son of a wealthy oil tycoon, who funds the government with millions
Seems to have judges, lawyers and jurors in his pocket, his minions
He drank, he got drunk, he drove, and now little tommy got mowed down
But his power kept him from behind bars, he is free to be on his own
What kind of corrupt system is this?
Where does a poor black man achieve his justice?
As he left the court room he turned and looked at me and gave an evil grin
His expression told all, he had no regrets in killing that kid
I walked out of the courtroom not within myself
My mind was consumed by hate and vengeance and lost faith in everything else
The cameras, the reporters, all took his pictures while he proclaimed his innocence
Lies all lies was what his lips said
Then the devil told me the truth, I walked up to him, pulled my revolver and shot him in the head
There it is, there is the real justice the world needs
Where the guilty pay in proportion for their misdeeds
As the police scampered in I knew it was my time to go
As I held the gun under my chin and like the winter's wind my life blew
Then I saw a light, a blinding light which emitted from a being quite odd
It was then that I knew I was standing before God
“I have done wrong father, why am I not in the pits of hell?”
“Then I felt a powerful force like a hand rest on my shoulders and said, “All is forgiven”
Then I saw little Tommy running to me, his eyes sparkling with grace
My son held my hand and said, “come father, this is our new place.”
I knelt down and squeezed him close to my bosom, embracing the light
For even though I had done wrong, in the eyes of others, I did right.
© 2018 Clive Williams