He wished, on that day, he wouldn't have gone.
Bond set at $5000, he knows there's no way,
He'll sit, and he'll wait until his trying day.
There will be no visitors, no letters in the
mail,
He ponders on life. How could he have failed?
On top of the world, riches he pursued,
Women and cars and guns he accrued.
But, as we all know, what goes up must come
down,
At night, he so wished he could sleep safe and
sound.
He was stuck at the bottom, no one to give him a
hand,
Shaking his head, this is not what he planned.
A small gust of wind, a quick image in his head,
His foreseeable future, and he saw himself dead.
He stood straight up, arched his back, head
high,
He won't lose this battle without giving it a
try.
He walked in that courtroom confident and
strong,
Twelve peers have decided, it didn't take long.
So he stood and faced this group who in their
hands held his fate,
Knowing none of them could ever relate.
Then comes the foreman, he takes a deep breath,
Guilty for selling and trafficking meth.
His heart sank deep to the pit of his soul,
He did not show a reaction. They cannot see him
fold.
As he stared blankly at the clock above the
bench,
They all found him guilty, and he did not even flinch.
His heart in his chest beats so hard and so
strong,
His demeanor, his attitude, he knows this is
wrong.
As the judge stands up to speak him his fate,
Thirty whole years to do to the gate.
The last bit of breath released from his lungs
so fast,
Thirty whole years he would never last.
His composure now, he feels so defeated,
The confidence he carried so quickly depleted.
What about his little baby, just born not long
ago,
What about his wife, his mom? What about his
little bro?
What does one say once deemed property of
the state,
Everything they ever had all snatched right from
their plate.
Some may think that is the end and another one
bites the dust,
It seems like that at first, with no one left
for him to trust.
His wife moved on without him, throws his child
in his face,
He sits in there so patiently with warmth and
love, and grace.
This story is based on facts, put them together,
and you will see,
The person in this poem? Easily you or me.
When you fall victim to the system, no one will
help you if you're broke,
Another dollar in their pocket. To them, you're
just a joke.
I'm telling you the truth, look around, and you
will find,
Do not roll over or give in, do not keep being
blind.
