A Trial Which Never Comes

by

Hardy Parkerson

Deprived of friends and family
And the comforts of their homes;
Sitting in a cold, dark prison cell,
They await a trial which never comes.

The courtrooms sit dark and empty,
While the prisons burst their seams;
A speedy and a public trial
Is only in their dreams.

Their trial dates finally arrive,
And are they ever glad;
'Till they learn the jury's been sent home,
And are they ever sad!

The jury's sent home, told, "Call each day!"
And usually when they do,
They're told, "You're no longer needed,
Your check will be mailed to you."

Their trials passed over once again,
As they languish in their cell;
'Till one day they despair and plead guilty
Just to GET OUT OF JAIL.

And so, my friends, as you can see,

That's not the way it's s'posed to be!

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Why don't you look at In my dream
by: George Liebermann
from: Irvine, CA, US

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