Wrongly Accused

This is the first draft (written 4/24/2013)

Can you imagine 
Sitting in a cell..
Facing life?
Or Death?

The cold steel of judgment
Cast by 12 of your peers

For those 
Whose freedom was
Wrongly cut short
Because a scared 
Eyewitness
Who truly believed
With every inch of his soul
That #4 
Was the masked man 
Who rattled his cage of 
Security
 

Can you imagine

Being vindicated?
For the truth
To finally be told

Everybody 
Is innocent in prison;
Especially
Those who actually are

For a man to emerge
And feel the air on his face
Feel the sun on his skin
Is powerful;

But to do so
Without contempt
With warmth
In his heart
With compassion
for his captors,
Is a kind of peace

I hope,
All of us
Will one day know.

Reviews

[Tricia O'Brien]

Right on.
:-]

[Tricia O'Brien]

Hah.
Yes, I'm from MA, how'd ya guess ;-]

[Derek ubuntu Dunham]

The word wicked isn't used often in that way in other places. I'm from Mass too

[Tricia O'Brien]

Rad.
Wicked powerful
I dig your style
Trish-

[Derek ubuntu Dunham]

Wicked, eh? Are you from Massachusetts?
Thank you, Trish. I am glad you liked it.

[Angi]

For a man to emerge
And feel the air on his face
Feel the sun on his skin
Is powerful;

'But to do so
Without contempt
With warmth
In his heart
With compassion
for his captors,
Is a kind of peace'

Imagine a man freed. If he holds on to that anger and contempt, is he really? Not so easily done. I would probably wear some kind of chains forever.