This is for my son because his voice was never heard.
For me, no gavel hammers, the scales of justice were never weighed.
My crime was that of a victim, My life the price I paid.
Why when my life was taken were my rights not read?
The statement Overruled was never heard when I was pronounced dead!
I could never even hear my rights or take the witness stand,
there was no defense attorney to defend me,
my fate was in a murderer’s hands.
Today the courtroom is crowded as Mr. Marlin pleads his case,
with just a glimmer of a tear in the eyes of that cold face.
Oh but if I could have taken that stand, and the jury witnessed my last breath,
the fear and terror of knowing there was a bullet in my chest,
knowing also this was my last hour on earth and that this I could never survive.
If they could see the way it went down, and the hatred in those eyes,
at least I would know the scales of justice had finally been balanced in my case.
If I could have told that jury just exactly how it was,
the fear and pain I went through struck down without a cause.
Did the jury carefully weigh it all? As they listened to the plea?
He is showing no emotions now just hoping to go free!
The final verdict has come down it is 2nd degree!
And now the sentence will be set, wish I had fared so well,
my sentence Death, his a few years in Hell.
