let him be justified

She walks in hand shakin’ against the door Eyes roamin’ ‘cause she hadn’t been in a court before. To the left she can see the main suspect, Her husband on trial for a crime he didn’t commit. Once the bailiff yells, “all rise, this court is now in session” She sits behind him awaiting his lawyer’s protection. As the prosecutor begins describing the scene at the crime She lost it when she heard the words “murderer” and “lifetime”. The judge yells “order court” as she tries to pull herself together She reminds herself of the past storms she had to weather. As time passes by she begins to cry ‘Cause she knows it has arrived for her to testify. As impatience and frustration rummage the suspects’ eyes amuck She looks to the left to see the jury who’d heard enough But in that moment she refused to have her love locked up On the witness stand, she attempts to regain composure and smeared make-up. With the pressure of the truth hardening her with intent She proceeds into her perfected defense: “I’ve never illustrated any person in the sense of Poetic Justice. So please don’t perceive me to be crude, and pardon my chutzpah as I attempt to alleviate my ambiguity…” But when her attempts to free love fall flat Her words unknowingly begin to contradict the facts. With the prosecutor succeeding in twisting her words And the defendants’ objections all over turned. But the jurors return from the hours of deliberation And guilty is shown on the verdicts revelation. With the expectance to see his wife in pain and denial Except this con-artist, she couldn’t help but smile. And because no one could unveil her vice before The true criminal, walked right out the front door. -Ashley Browning