A Letter To My Attorney Dwight Dudley Poem by James McLain

Greetings,
To you whom are reading this and as of this you read,
convey to he,
below to whom I speak and thus to you I pray.
Deliver that below of which I speak so he may
know my need is real.
And in my need that justice may be served.

You once represented me at trial,
in the old court house.
I was innocent then,
I was charged with constructive possession of
marijuana.
Found in he, another's car.
You predicated my defense upon the word
predicated and we lost.

Your ear I need for ten minute's, maybe less.
And David Carter, he like me back then we used.
Grave injustices, have been upon me by some kept.
So much so that I am here where I've dwelt in a room
all alone for five long year's.
Verily upon your ear I lean and you should know,
and to me thus be kind.
So as I once was so I can be but once again.
Only through your help through truth and light.

Catholic was I raised and thus will stay.
And as if once one should and thus I am.
I endeavor to remain true and as thy friend.
I am


James McLain