Six years ago, I perjured myself at a murder trial.
Now I realize what I did was both evil and vile.
My poor sister was the person who was killed.
When I testified, the defendant's fate was sealed.
I was so sure that he was guilty, that's why I lied.
The man was sentenced to death after he was tried.
I wanted that man to die ever since he was placed under arrest.
But two months ago, another man came forward and confessed.
That man went to the gas chamber because I said that I saw him kill my sister.
I was consumed by pain and anger and I really missed her.
I really did wrong when I took the stand.
My lie caused the death of an innocent man.
I confessed that I perjured myself and now I'm in jail.
I feel so much guilt and remorse and now I live in hell.
I felt that it was an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
Justice would've prevailed if I had simply told the truth.
(This is a fictional poem.)