You’re innocent until proven guilty.
Donning bright white wigs, long black gowns,
a web do Layers weave
eloquently
to seal
the deal.
Delicately
so the jury believe
in the circus devoid of clowns.
A courtroom is far from reality,
with a unique sense of morality.
The prosecution sits and frowns,
Whilst the defense deceives
regularly,
to steal
what’s real
perilously,
away from those who grieve.
So when you commit crime in town
you’re innocent until proven guilty.
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