A juror struggles.
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The judge calls the court to order,
and begins his preamble,
explaining the legal arena to the jurors,
the lawyers ramble,
taking a legal gamble,
murder still carried a stench,
as the judge was quite a figure on the bench,
quiet, serious and tall,
hoping justice would not fall,
the only female juror sat in the front row,
waiting for the show,
really wasn’t sure,
as she slumped in her chair,
and stared at the floor,
a murderer sat near,
but she knew he was innocent
until proven guilty,
then she thought about it,
the murderer would sit,
and two Jewish lawyers,
would argue the question
of a black man’s freedom,
juggling,
and she would be struggling,
to find out if the legal system is real,
or did the murderer accused have enough money,
to work out a deal.
Wow! I felt like I was inside the court room. Wonderful poem 
Very descriptive, i enjoyed it….
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