Suzanna Chevalier

(4-18-1966 / Elizabeth, New Jersey)

JUSTICE FOR SALE?


When we get arrested we have to immediately
pay to get out…
We have to pay a lawyer to win without a doubt.
We are “guilty” until proven innocent
no matter what they say—
We have pay with money or we won’t see the light of day.
The defense attorney has to prove your innocence—
while the prosecuting attorney is on the other side of the fence.
Making money for the state by probation, or fines
this is happening all the time.
WE have to think up a better way
for the way the system of Justice is run on this present day.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 12, 2013

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Written by SC Chevalier on Thursday, May 30,2013
Edited: Thursday, September 05,2013

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