I, The Jury

With sweaty palms, and racing pulse

I sit before the judge

I analyze, not criticise

Unfair to bear a grudge.

I choose no sides, no right or wrong

And patiently I wait,

Hear summaries and theories,

In silence contemplate.

My conscience stretched to breaking point,

As tales of evil flow,

What man could do these evil deeds,

Not one I'd like to know.

But wait, are they all make believe

These tales of rage and hate,

Spawned from the mouths of liars,

In a callous deviant state.

Have they sat quietly simmering,

with memories bad, from old

And realised a dish known as revenge

Is best served cold.

Its up to me to make the choice

With Justice as my power

And 12 unite to make one voice

In this, the reckoning hour

And as we speak the World stand's still

And justice acts with fury

I am truth and I am honour

I am Law and I am Jury.

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