Nightmares haunt me in my sleep.
I am in a courtroom accused of a crime.
I declare my innocence,
jury looks away in contempt,
the judge arrogantly sneers.
my face as
again I try and proclaim my innocence.
I open my mouth but no sound comes
My prosecutor, wearing a hood like
that of an executioner, laughs,
"There's no need for your words,
naught but lies.
Do you think you'll be believed?"
The jury shouts guilty,
with the finality of the gavel,
the judge passes sentence -
"You are sentenced to death."
I beg to be believed,
The courtroom erupts
I fall to my knees....distraught
As the prosecutor removes his hood
And turns to face me,
I raise my head to gaze into his eyes
Which are filled with contempt, hatred, and
I see your eyes - for it is you.