By: Natalie Rizzo
As I walk in through those brown brass doors, my yearning for justice consumes me.
My biggest fear is doing wrong by the God above and disappointing my faith.
What if this man really did what they’re accusing him of? Does that make me a
perpetrator for covering it up? Shall I deserve to be in the furies of hell with him?
Oh, how I wish I could tell.
Hear me. See me. Reason with me.
How could he entrust me with the salvage of his life? What if I fail? I put that innocent
man in that cage.
Though is it up to me? My eyes shift to that random group of twelve sitting in that pew.
They decide his fate.
Why shall I put the weight of a whale on me?
His daughter and wife, watching in those hard wooden seats, crying with a look of
desperation at me. I am their only hope. For in their hearts, they know he didn’t do this absurdity,
how could he?
It is all on me to set the record straight. My reasoning will determine whether this man
will flourish in freedom or perish in chains.
