Number 10 Out Of 12 Angry Men Poem by Sengiyumva Thiery

Here I am in the court.
Take a heed, for when it comes to patience and respect, I am truly short;
Ten is my number
I despise anyone who plebiscites innocent in this chamber
For that man is guilty
I knew it from the moment I laid my eyes on that silty boy
Oh.. I am one of them, and I am as proud as I can be
This man is to perish
His time has come, he will not free,
He is to vanish
He is to die, to feel every watt of electricity pass through every nerve in his body;
He must pay
For what he did that faithful day
He is to be devoured for eternity in the deep dark fierily dungeon by the big red man with two horns on his head, one on each side and a pointy fork in his hand.
For the law he does not abide.
He killed a man! I can see it through his eyes
The eyes of the damned one
The second death awaits him, he is to be hurled into the lake of fire
For he has demeaned himself.
I am number 10.


I surly hope that no one in this jury is on the other side,
The innocent one,
It terrifies me
The woman saw him do it, and for that I agree;
To send this man to his doom will be my greatest achievement.
Truly I say, in this jury there is no room for a disagreement.
Number eight seems to have doubts in his eyes
For doubts are nothing more than traitors
They deprive the good that we might win
He must be a hater
Nevertheless I'll find it out later.
The defendant's royal could use a good suet,
Couldn't we all use a good law suet
The thought of it exits me, he could really use a good law suet.
This trial is starting to annoy me.
This is a foreign man, what good is he? He committed a series crime and for that he is to die without a question.
I am number 10 out of 12 angry men.
Time
This nitwit is devouring my time
For his vicious crime
What is his prime?
For there is a time for everything, a time to live, a time to die, a time to have fun,
It is time for this kid to die
For my patient is running dry
This kid is guilty and no one can deny it
This kid is going to die and no one can defy it
What this kid's father felt could not be shared
A knife went through his heart and that could not be repaired
This kid is not to be spared
For the crime he committed can not be compared.
This kid was marked by the devil from the start
As you can see from his father's bleeding heart.
The evidence are so detailed from the chart
That it would be impossible for it to be a lie.
As you can see for his eye.
I am number 10 the one with anger issues


guilty
This man is guilty
That's the reality
Don't be moved by pity
For this is to be he's demise
As you can see
From looking at the jurors's eyes
They all think he is guilty
All but one
The one whom now I truly despise.
I am juror number 10
guilty to the end.