A witness enters the courtroom.
For her, it was a day of gloom,
by measured steps,
she walks her husband into the crowded courtroom,
where all is suddenly silenced,
the judge, the lawyers, the jury,
in the silence she felt the fury,
over their lives,
this trial took command,
as she guides him into the witness stand,
it was cold, but she felt the heat,
the lies should be quick and neat,
she touches his shoulder, whispers,
then retreats to a seat
the clerk rises,
do you swear
to tell the truth,
and nothing but the truth?
There was fear,
he felt it there,
I do,
his voice clear,
there was a young white girl,
crying softly in the back tier,
he was on the a justice stage,
and he almost felt the judge’s rage,
the accused,
staring with strange fascination
from the defense table,
just a few feet away,
his testimony, clean and neat,
and not guilty would be with him that day.
Just as interesting as ever. Thanks for another Great Share Frank!
Keep ‘em coming. 
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