~The Undefended Victim~ For me, no gavel hammers. The scales were never weighed. My crime was that of "Victim" MY LIFE, the price I paid. And when my life was taken... Why were MY "rights" not read? And the statement "Overruled." When they pronounced me DEAD! No lawyer to call on me, To take the witness stand. My fate was decided when-- Left in a DRUNKARD'S hand. Yet, NOW the courtroom's crowded, A lawyer pleads HIS case... And the glimmer of a tear, Creeps down his 'sober' face. OH, that I could take the stand.. They'd witness my LAST BREATH, And they could see the TERROR, I went through facing DEATH! But they missed MY "pleading" cries. The look upon MY face. ...The scales have not yet been, "Balanced" in this case! If I could tell the jury, Exactly how it was, The FEAR and PAIN I went through Struck down without a cause. Can the jury weigh it all.. ..Now listening to his pleas? The only emotion now.. ..His hopes of going free. The final verdict now is in! The defendent...in tears. If only I'D done so WELL! Given TEN to TWENTY YEARS. ~Author unknown~ (© 1997 Michael Ferguson.  Used with permission.) ~Michael Ferguson's Home Page~ Is drinking and driving really worth it? Comments? To return to the alcoholism page... Background set by... To the best of my knowledge, midi playing is public domain. ~Page designed by Beth~ ~I just want you to know who I am~