BARS

short poem experiencing false imprisonment

BARS

Bars are in front.
Bars are behind.
Bar are above and side of me.
I am confined.

Friday midnight.
Saturday mail.
I stand stalk still in confinement.
I am still jailed.

The lawyers come.
I have no voice.
Confess they say in amusement.
My silent voice.

Truth evident.
Lies on their side.
No crime has been witnessed.
Stolen, my pride.

Judge on the bench.
They smell a win.
They present their circumstance.
My strong defense.

Found ludicrous.
Jury conspires.
Innocent of all charges.
Lawyers are fired.

Bars are in front.
Bars are behind.
Bars on top and side of you.
Truth always on trial.