With Cigarette butts on the floor,

and a Prosecutors office door

was the very gate to purgatory,

events unfolded in this homicide story,

in his heart of hearts,

he was a murderer,

but he was in a legal arena,

with clouded minds,

a house of fools,

who manipulate and bend rules,

to a jury, any doubt is reasonable,

the better the case,

the worse the jury,

hand picked,

some tricked,

and the murderer puts on his game face,

and one legal intelligent juror was hard to find,

but twelve in one box,

gathered together in one place,

was a miracle,

even though he was guilty,

doubt settled in,

and the jurors of his peers

forgave this sin.