The Other Side of Justice
What if justice
Was not used for good
What if it was a trap
And we were the rat
We think about justice
As setting wrongs rights
But it doesn’t always solve
Our complicated fights
Sometimes an innocent man
Is convicted for the crime
He spends his life in prison
One day at a time
But we never hear about him
Because we don’t even try
To look for the flaws in the system
That made his family cry
His son will grow up
Without a father in his life
He’ll will think he deserted him
And take it out on his wife
The cycle will continue
Because nobody wants to ask questions
Instead we’ll just keep giving
Our irrelevant suggestions
So how do we change the lives
Of these poor innocents
It’s time we set ourselves
Some much needed precedents
Because it’s still very true
That justice can be used for good
It just takes more work
Than we thought it would
The day his son left
Was the worst day of his life
He knew what he’d lost
And the poor man cried
The next year was undoubtedly
The most lonely one yet
Only his wife to comfort him
And even she was depressed
He blamed himself
And he knew he was right
Because whenever he said it
There was no one to deny it
He spent his worst days
Sulking alone in silence
And even his best days
Were not very different
When he was called
To become a juror
He knew he wouldn’t care
About the outcome anyways
But after spending hours
Arguing in that room
Something in him changed
Something felt good
He had made a difference
In a young man’s life
And for once it had been positive
No one thought he was a monster
That night he wrote a letter
To the son he’s lost
And with this newfound fire
His heart started to defrost
