I'm not dead yet, aren't I entitled to a fair trial?
Where have all my good deeds gone, my nice, clean soul?
Why must every morsel of goodness perish with every beam of self-righteousness?
Where is my jury of the damned?
I simply ask for what is mine, I taught my share of students, my children, my wife
I taught myself to compensate for the economical loss that you have put upon my dear head, must I suffer for wanting to better my living condition?
No blood spilt on my hands, no,
I am not dead yet, I am entitled to a fair trial
let god designate my destiny
I have suffered enough,
my ears cannot bear your judgmental screams.
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