I never did what I was accused of, and yet their legal system, like an out-of-control river, has swept me along until I now find myself strapped to this chair, while serious faces look on.
There was a time when I thought someone would speak up, tell the truth, explain everything. Obviously, that didn’t happen. There are nuggets of truth tucked within the court transcripts, but the overgrowth of twisted words and legal underbrush has completely distorted the landscape. The real truth has been plowed under and is no longer recognizable.
Nobody has yet
allowed their eyes to meet mine. It’s
like they know I’m innocent and making eye contact with me would increase the
guilt they feel of allowing this thing to continue. And surely, should the truth surface after I
am gone, they would have to live with the image of my eyes for the rest of
their existence. They knew and did
nothing.
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