Innocence

 

The men stands in a straight line
Waiting for sentences

For crimes never committed
For love never acknowledged

The judge sits heavily infront of them
His eyes suddenly rests on me

He perhaps knew I was innocence
But he had not had the chance to listen

He ordered the guards to take me away
His eyes were filled with uncertainty

I see no more than flames

 

(James Söderman, 2003)

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