The verdict was reached
before you were even arrested ;
Evidence had been planted
before the crime itself took place ;
Witnesses recognised your distinctive features
though they’d never seen you before ;
Your DNA and fingerprints were discovered by
forensics who couldn’t find what they were looking for;
Clueless detectives and incompetent policing
led them unerringly to your door ;
Your accomplices though you had none
betrayed you to save themselves ;
As the toxic cocktail enters your veins
you can take comfort from the words of Saint-Just ;
Nature wouldn’t condemn an innocent man ,
clearly there’s been a mistake .
well this reminds me of Franz kafka’s The Trial. its so Kafkaesque…!
Thank you for that comparison .”The Trial” is one of my all time favourites!
The maxim of law affording an opportunity of being heard to any person accused of any crime is a useful safeguard against malicious prosecution . In fact, wherever one misuses the law for ulterior purposes , it ultimately boomerangs on the perpetrator in one way or the other. Such is the ways of nature . How very brilliantly Louis Kasatkin has stated this in the parting lines !
The predicament of Joseph .K is relevant even today,Louis, and your poem bears testimony to it.