Against my better judgment, I was selected to judge another I stand to lose my liberty eleven people all join hands together Listening to speeches meticulously crafted by both parties of law But my knowledge of law is like jumping into bed and closing the door Yet I am to judge and condemn someone whom I have never met My qualifications in this matter are zero among the eleven my regret Who is the prosecution and who is the defendant it does not matter The evidence shown and the witness's report all seem to sputter Yet here I am forced to judge another I don’t fit in my judgment flawed Yes I am jury 21 mother and I am at a trial North of the border Release me from causing a verdict my brains are clouded with clobber Into The Mist Vol.9 Timeless Poetry Series Kenvil Atkins Lewis Poet