One juror stands in the way of a conviction.
It was a heated fury
that was building inside him,
perpetrated by the jury,
the anger caused him to see double,
the woman in the front row,
young, but trouble,
she just came in for the show,
justice was slow,
and the jury system lost,
the young woman slumped into her seat,
arms crossed,
her back to the door,
and staring at the floor,
she looked bored,
he warned her that it was a nasty
murder case,
but no emotion registered on her face,
a nasty, ugly, gruesome case,
but that juror just looked out of place.
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