And when my life was taken,
Why wren't my rights read?
And the statement "overruled",
When they pronounced me dead?
I'll never hear my rights,
Nor take the witness stand,
No attorney will defend me,
My fate was in a killers hand.
Now the courtroom's crowded,
As the defendent pleads the case,
With just a glimmer of a tear,
Cold eyes on a straight face.
But oh, that I could take the stands
If they could witness my last breath,
Could they live with the terror
That I went through in death.
If they could hear my pleading cries,
And see the hatred in that face,
At last, we'd know, the scales had
"Been balanced" in this case.
If I could, I'd tell the jury
Exactly how it was,
The fear and pain I went through
Struck down without a cause.
Did the jury carefully weigh it all
As they listened to the plea?
There were no emotions, showing now,
Just the hope of going free.
The final verdict now is in
As the defendant stands in tears,
If only I had done as well...
Given ten to twenty years.
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