I heard it as I sat behind the long table.
The judge uttered, ‘what say you?’
The answer came: not guilty.
NOT GUILTY! NOT GUILTY! NOT GUILTY! NOT GUILLLLTTTTYYYYY!
The most disturbing two words my ears heard.
I asked with my broken heart and battered soul.
The dagger still plunged into both.
How could he not be guilty?
GUILTY! GUILTY! GUILTY! GUILTY! GUILTY!
A killer I had no respect for and underestimated all the same.
Four lawyers carrying one man to unjustifiable freedom.
The innocent forever buried six feet under.