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Poems: The Trial


The poor innocent convict
Is brought in,
But the judge won't be convinced
For he has received a bribery count
And so the guilty would ride out.

The guilty would be commended,
But the very innocent
Would be reprimanded
For he has nothing to give
And so no opportunity to live.

Alas when the chicks are down
And the offended
Unfair trial look outwardly sound,
Then the guilty prepares to set sail
While the innocent rot in jail.

© 2020 Fasan sola Joseph

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