Sitting in a packed courtroom
Feels like rotting in a tomb
Putrid smell of impending doom
Every face filled with gloom
All are guilty they presume
Innocence is just a term
Restlessness pervades like a germ
Hour after hour they watch us squirm
Attorneys from every firm
The prosecutor looks like a worm
Avoiding eye contact with anyone
Wondering when this will be done
Before the judge one by one
Makes me want to run
Not guilty, am I the only one?

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