~ Justice ~

I may be quiet, timid, and scared,
but do you see that I am still here?
You treat me like dirt
and make fun of my race.
Why does it matter, whether I'm black, white, or beige?
I try to be inconspicuous,
but you dig out my secrets.
Is it really that hard for me to keep it?
You sell all your news to the devil's spawn.
On your chessboard, I am only a pawn.
Nothing more and nothing less.
Can't you see that I tried my best?
I felt indignant, you don't understand.
I have my feelings and I've made plans.
For the future, for my wife, my kids, and I.
Why do you torture me so?
What is your alibi?
What has happened to truth?
Is it now dead?
When was the funeral?
Was it in your head?
You and your lies, your pen, and your fantasies.
Making mockery of my misery.
Children are my life,
but you took that as bait.
Hung on a fishing line, thrown in my face.
I swallowed the bait and swallowed my pride.
In my mind's eye, it is all just a lie.
In this court of justice, I could feel the hate.
Something was wrong, I cannot wait.
I was being oppressed, suppressed, denied.
You were pressing charges, on my life.
I’m perpetrated and perplexed;
tranquil and taciturn.
I let you lead me to my fate.
Why does it have to burn?
Several years have passed
and you have testified.
But it is too late,
the defendant has died.
I was innocent.
Can you not see?
We should rejoice,
and live to be free.