This is a poem about a particular wrongful conviction that to this day, stands without justice being done. It is only one of many in the American justice system. I would write about them all, but I would not have enough days in a lifetime. I am a forgiving person who asks for little in life, but one of things I used to be very proud of was that I was taught to think America had a just system, and that even though we went to war, it balanced the scales because our system of justice was fair. I have learned otherwise first hand. My father gave his life for his country, as many men and women have...perhaps many of us here. We continue to participate in the killing of human life for the sake of what we all believe is justice. I would ask every person to view the links provided and really ask themselves a sincere question... "what really is justice?". I do know this--it cannot be bought, and it cannot be fought for. It is something much deeper. Life is test of our capacity to love, to forgive, to stand for what we see as right for us, but this does not always mean that what is right for us is right for everyone else. To feel revenge for a misfortune is not justice. To blatantly refuse to correct a error for the sake of someone's loss of life is not justice. http://www.postpoems.org/authors/nightlight1220/prose/953553
