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Men in a room deciding someone’s fate,

arguing over whether they’re guilty.

Lawyers wondering if we took the bait,

with their minds that are ever so filthy.



Twelve of our peers locked in hot debate,

not a one of them wanting to be there.

Would rather be eating food off a plate,

or locked in heat of a torrid affair.



That’s the fate of our system of justice,

how we decide of you live or you die.

Deciphering words built out of lattice,

filling in holes and thus wondering why.



Making up our minds and voting with thumbs,

declaring our verdict over the drums.