The Falsely Accused
By a young prisoner

While your family at Christmas rejoices
And revels at presents unwrapped,
Lend an ear to the hundreds of voices
Of the innocents who have been trapped,
Spare a thought for the wrongly convicted
Spare a thought for the falsely accused,
On whom so much pain is inflicted
Tormented, bewildered, confused.
While your laughing and partying gaily,
While you watch the good season unfold,
Say a prayer for those who pay daily
In pain for the lies that were told.
All the great legal safeguards have missed ‘em,
All the justice for which Law was built
Is destroyed in the hands of the system
That works from presumption to guilt.
In vain can you hope for fair trial
And hopelessly innocence state,
They’ll just tell you that you’re in “denial”
And use that to fuel their hate.
It won’t matter how good your proof is,
They’ll accuse you of motives occult;
They don’t want to know what the truth is,
They’ll plump for the cushy ‘result’.
If you will not believe what I’m saying,
And you have to have proof that it’s true,
Then you give me good reason for praying
That the same thing will happen to you.
If you think that I’m anguished and bitter,
And my tale has left you confused,
Just pause for a while, and consider
The plight of the falsely accused.