UNFAIR PUNISHMENT
At the top of his lungs he screamed in silence.
Its resonance filled the room with discouragement.
As the day turned into night and his will went unheard.
Three wishes went by longing a days of youth.
Two pleas to his mother, who tried her best.
And one prayer to an unforgiving judge.
As much luck a man can have.
To be at the wrong place and at the wrong time
He repeated to a jury whose ears chose what to hear.
The girl was more credible, she was more pleasant to be seen.
The judge nodded his head to every beat the girl sang.
And in this way, signing a contract of shadows and dark
For the young man, guilty to his eyes.
Represented danger from afar.
And at the top o his lungs, guilty was the young man charged
Locked and gone forever more.
The stagesof the courtrooms
The stagesof the courtrooms portray a stark show of our neglect when it comes to dealing with our own fears. You said a lot in a few short verses here. A pithy mouthful. Very nice!!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "