Overturning A False Conviction In Florida - Poem by James McLain
There is always a motive by law enforcement
when some of these individuals are arrested.
Corruption, personal advancement or their inability
to find and arrest the real perpetrator.
Most often there was no true perpetrator at all.
Pressure on the District Attorney with out
a true bill is in these cases not transparent.
A dishonest judge will never cure it.
The jury is pooled at the edge's
when it's drawn from the stick's where their ignorant.
The defence attorney is then sucked in and their
clients are betrayed for their future political benefits.
Egregious are the errors
when the case was never proven, where even the jury asked
repeatedly for directions.
Or the jury is told that they cannot go home unless they
come back with a verdict.
Here no layman like you need's to wonder as to what in this
instance the verdict will be.
The sentence in this single instance will be
double life sentences, plus thirty year's.
A motion is filed by the wrongly convicted where he or she
has alleged ineffective trial council.
It is a two pronged test under Strickland vs Washington
where the defendant must show
just what the error is and how it affected the outcome
of the trial.
Now Only if there's a different
honest judge a female judge
whom isn't corrupted and here where justice prevails.
Whom issue's an order and the order grant's a new trial.
Vacating and setting the sentence's aside.
Does the defendant now plead out
after having spent seven year's in Florida's
most brutal prison's, expecting a different out come than
the one he or she initially received?
The ignorant one's say they would spend the rest of their lives
inside of this designed human hell.
Where no one will help you
unless you learn their legal language or that God
will step up and prove you are innocent.
Today those bible thumpers are still in there where I left them.
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