Innocent or guilty - You be the judge
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I bring to you a sad affair
Someone who evokes such fury, yet one who faces deep despair
For this, the accused who faces death, or lives according to your decree
Who makes no statement with dying breath, yet silently invokes her plea
What crimes are done by this lost soul, what evil deeds did she aspire?
And where the witness of her death toll, the evidence that guilt requires?
No crime recorded, no victim slain, no trace of murder or robbery
No voice of condemnation raised, none here to force a guilty plea
She has no wrongs in her short life, has no deceit within her soul
No hurt has she, nor human spite, no determined selfish goal
But one accuser, here today, one joined in life and woven fate
This one though will have her say, and claim the life she helped create
This witness claims to suffer pain, and a prison, should the accused survive
That her life will ebb and be restrained, and sadness would always reside
For some accusers have been defiled, by monstrous beasts of lust and hate
Others young and so beguiled, are induced by charm, so participate
Others spy disease and defect, and cry acts of mercy to prevent
They choose to extinguish and protect, rather than one day regret
And then are those alone who strive, who cannot toil with life's results
And so instead, they choose their lives, and cry for freedom do exult
But where in these stands the accused, silent and awaiting fate
Her breath and freedom she is refused, for all the reasons the witness states
Is she alive, does she have form, within her soft and warm abode?
Where her heart beats, and fingers form, and from miracles she is wove
Was she not also one defiled, is she not young and helpless too?
Would malady she reject, and death instead would opt to choose?
And would not her life loneliness cure, and make a future with great light?
And comfort one who gave her life, and join her purpose true and right
For the accused can offer more than this, should she be allowed today to live
Has so much that she can share, so much love and joy to give
For in our world, where children die, through hate and fate and evil men
We cherish them that should have been, and yearn to see our child again
But what of the accused today, what future do we her deny?
A nurse, a doctor or a friend, a mother of so many lives?
How sad the accuser, so resolute, yet desperate to belong
In a world where our rights are so absolute, that they obscure the wrongs
And what she gains through this sad act, she loses so much more
A legacy of love and hope, a daughter who will adore
And so good people of the jury, I ask that you reflect
upon the life of this dear child, so amazing and perfect
For my client has committed no crime, no evil deed or word
Is blameless and so innocent, and would not have caused this hurt
I ask therefore for mercy true, that her life be now redeemed
That she might live, and love and learn, and so pursue her dreams
(“Your eyes even saw me as an embryo” - Psalm 139.15)