When they come and arrest you and you and put you in jail
and you are so embarrassingly poor
and you can't make a cheap bond to get out
and it's two month's rent
and your family might be evicted if they do bond you out
and the cop has lied just for revenue
and your public defender asks you who do you
think the jury will believe
and your innocent
and you've been in jail for six or seven month's
and you live in a fantasy world
and you and you say you would stay in jail until you
are found not guilty
and you can't get out unless you do
and remember
that jury selection is predicated on only jurors
whom have served before
and have an unspoken understanding to convict
and their lives
consists of a life of being Jerry Springer bored
and then their verdicts are then so obviously wrong
and if you don't take some deal you'll never get out
is this to you coercion?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful system, nes pas? : -)