~Jury~
Called up for duty, there's no way out.
Questions are asked, they're thrown about.
Whispers are seldom, there's never a shout.
People are gods, they're given the clout.
Before them all stands, a man of their own.
His faults are paraded, a witness is shown.
Far from themselves, a wicked soul's grown.
But can they be fair, a twist their faces loan.
Feeling its best to be distant, they stare at his heart.
The dark folds come alive, their own pondering starts.
Is it really too tricky, to tell them apart?
Both sides become blurred, they appreciate art.
A brief recess is taken, a breath of fresh air.
They can come back, a piercing stare.
In they file one by one, a rehearsing of care.
Settled in seats with judgements, a squeak of a chair.
The suspect is returned, they think they feel fear.
Handcuffed by words, they picture his sneer.
All know he is guilty, their verdict is near.
The jury faces their criminal, they stare in a mirror.
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InBetween: A Collection of Poetry
PoesiThere is a place in this world where right is wrong, and up is down. It's called the InBetween and we live there everyday. Here are some poems from the InBetween
