The interrogator inquired… already surmising
Basing his questions on expectations
Knowing what is required for sensationalizing
Calculating each answer…exposing accusations
Tell me now, in your own way of speaking
What is your story… without any pretense
It is only the truth we are seeking
Provide us with evidence of your innocence
You say you were not at the scene of the crime
Yet there are those who swear they saw you leaving
In an opposite direction…around the same time
Prove your whereabouts… convince me into believing
Do you have a friend who can collaborate?
Someone of respectability and integrity
A person who can vouch for you before it is too late
Eyes stare to the floor… they darken with perplexity
No where to turn… no one to call on the phone
You say you are the victim of circumstance
You were at home watching television all alone
Sorry, without an alibi you don’t stand a chance
7/25/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem