Mail scattered on the table, an envelope stands out from the rest
addressed with a label from civil service, its a jury duty request
pressed for extra cash, I decide to not express any form of protest
having no prejudices, provides in the selection process a benefit
and with no food in my cabinet, I hope I get picked from the list
I confidently enter the court wearing semi-formal attire
knowing I'm a sender of impressions, like if I’m a liar
in an assembly room of much splendor, I quietly admire...
the judicial system, and the intricacies of the way it works
pondering it’s quirks, and if someone in the case got merked
After roll call is over, and excuses from participating are complete
the whole hall will now be filled with possible jurors in named seats
the judge greets us, and has questions prepared to get rid of deceit
the process Voir Dire stresses that it is the truth that I must speak
reading from a sheet, the judge asks if I have ill will toward the police
somewhat discreet, but the questions didn't exactly put on the heat
I am picked for the case, so further along in the process will I proceed
As the trial begins I disregard the use of the provided pen and paper
the style of the attorney is so captivating, there’s no need to restate her
however, my true focus is placed on the defendant, something strange...
I see in him, without our glances exchanged, he’s familiar from this range
but I shrug off that notion, I obviously don’t know this possible criminal
accused of raping a young girl, emotions let me to grasp his hostile will
even with safety created by the juror box, I cannot help but sympathize
maybe it is the prosecutor’s reenactment of the action that denies...
my inborn feeling to mourn for that fate of the defender’s state
Everyone’s aim has been the same, to proclaim their innocence
placing blame and accepting shame in order to convince
imprints are made before me congregate to make a decision
but before we leave, I receive a short, unfortunate vision...
of the defendant talking to his wife and a man my age
the familiarity is increased as my gaze is now engaged
the younger man resembles my childhood best friend
or does my mind pretend, and I’ve simply messed again
With this thought swirling around, the head juror calls attention
hoping to lessen doubt and make sure there’s no need for extension
for the best chance for unanimity, he tells us to pause for thought
while others already have their minds made up, I am distraught
I have to weigh the risk, that I am dealing with someone I know...
or stick with my conscious, and let the evidence guide and show
with the gruesome retelling of the defendant’s act of rape
I cannot let that escape, my ideas have already been shaped
The result was in fact unanimous, and I could barely watch
placing my trust in the system, hoping it wouldn’t be botched
I witnessed the now confirmed rapist weep when sentenced
but the consequence would be greater than I had sensed
in researching the background of the man, I would later find...
that I had put my childhood friend’s father away for the crime
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