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Letter to the grave
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I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand. It was old scrap brown with rust in my holly hand grabed between my fingers. Oh lord I haven't done this. The next thing my hands were held tight behind my back in a very painful way, and I was hand cuffed then pushed behind a van that has no mercy at all. Surely I didn't deserve this, but my friend you are too silent to explain.
I could see them holding your hand feeling your pulse, but when they let you down and cover your body with that cloth. I suspect you are dead, with the evidence in my hand. You know what, I wish miracle could wake you up just to explain then from there you can die again. That was an empty thought something that will not happen. I owe the court of justice answers. I was arrested for nothing.
I fail to prove my innocence, through my poor explanation, and was judged and found guilty. Three years my friend, even your family believe I kill you. I am sorry, I didn't make it to your funeral. Today I am out of prison but still no proof of my innocence. Your silence has hit hard on me, rip my innocence away from me, then left me guilty while your killer was busy roaming free up and down the beautiful streets of the city. I was just trying to help you when I pull that rusty knife full of blood from your throat, unaware doing that makes me guilty.
Today I remember the song of the late Lucky Dube "there is no truth in this world" and have learn a lesson the hard way. Sleep in peace my friend. I will always remember you for all those tears that I 've cried.
g77M
I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand. It was old scrap brown with rust in my holly hand grabed between my fingers. Oh lord I haven't done this. The next thing my hands were held tight behind my back in a very painful way, and I was hand cuffed then pushed behind a van that has no mercy at all. Surely I didn't deserve this, but my friend you are too silent to explain.
I could see them holding your hand feeling your pulse, but when they let you down and cover your body with that cloth. I suspect you are dead, with the evidence in my hand. You know what, I wish miracle could wake you up just to explain then from there you can die again. That was an empty thought something that will not happen. I owe the court of justice answers. I was arrested for nothing.
I fail to prove my innocence, through my poor explanation, and was judged and found guilty. Three years my friend, even your family believe I kill you. I am sorry, I didn't make it to your funeral. Today I am out of prison but still no proof of my innocence. Your silence has hit hard on me, rip my innocence away from me, then left me guilty while your killer was busy roaming free up and down the beautiful streets of the city. I was just trying to help you when I pull that rusty knife full of blood from your throat, unaware doing that makes me guilty.
Today I remember the song of the late Lucky Dube "there is no truth in this world" and have learn a lesson the hard way. Sleep in peace my friend. I will always remember you for all those tears that I 've cried.
g77M
