Trials And Tribulations Poem by David Hunter

On my behalf, I swear
To be humble as the tree,
But proud like a lion;
The alpha of my kin.
The sweat from my brow
And the scrape of my hands
Only shows my success,
More of that blood not shed.
On account of my sins,
I shall pay my debt in full,
I plead guilty on trials,
Yet, there's no man with greater power.
Once his strength is taken,
Stripped of his rights and dignity,
His honor will remain unshackled
If his past spills a drop of truth.
The heavens will decide
Whether or not he shall overcome
The darkness that shadowed
His righteousness and reputation.
The people cannot criticize
And/or lecture he who is innocent;
No crimes were committed,
Then if love's a crime, you too have sinned.