the benefits of doubts
come to help you, and on
reasonable doubt, the kind
comrade of truth, extends
a hand of comfort, and the
eyes see you, compassion as
woman, mother and sister,
pleads, as the hammer strikes
renders a judgment, for your
final acquittal.
deep inside the room of
your conscience, lies
the most evil of your hidden
guilt. The self blindly protects.
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