Guilty

by Swift-Dragon

This is just a poem I wrote after I read the book.

Guilty?

In the silence of the room

You felt the sudden doom

Of those words the left his mouth

Guilty

Guilty

Guilty

Guilty of what though?

Of rape? Of murder?

No one really will know

Why do we believe her?

Guilty

Guilty

Guilty

She lied and we know it

But we still called him a git

He is guilty of being black

And we shot him in the back

Guilty

Guilty

Guilty