The Innocent Victim... of Justice.. a poem.

I stood before judge and jury in court
Not one word of untruth in my conscience was fought
You call yourself justice; well that’s just a sick joke
You denied me my freedom, and stripped me of hope.
Struggling to hide the tears my eyes shed of pain
The heartache you’ve caused, the sorrow the shame.
You would not listen no matter what I had to say,
With head bowed down low you led me away.
You’ve locked me behind bars in a desolate cell
Must I live out my time in this torturous hell?
Did God not hear me when I prayed and still pray?
Is this my fate; is this the price my honesty must pay?
My innocence goes unnoticed, but the truth must be heard
I am an honest man; I spoke not one untrue word.
I am not guilty, I did nothing wrong.
I shall declare this statement, no matter how long.
You have my body, because you believe I did wrong
What you will never have or destroy
is my spirit, because my faith is too strong.
It was not God that did not listen; it was you that was unjust
You put your faith in laws that most do not trust.
I will stand with my head high, my heart filled with pride
For god knows my heart has nothing to hide.
The time will come when someone will listen to me,
When that time comes, I know I shall be free.

There is a moral to the story I tell.
Trust no one but Allah, or you’ll end up in hell.

i wrote this poem in dedication to my son Raymond and all the innocent victims of our societies unjust ...justice system...