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Death of a man awaiting trial by Inger Iceheart

Quaz | May 19th, 2020 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

Four walls
Four graves
Four men

I am accused number four

Do you remember me?
I was that quiet guy at school
the one whose opinion you said didn’t count,
you got full marks and four years later I got arrested.

See, the newspapers do not differentiate between innocence and guilt
nor wait for evidence to be tested
so spit out your scorn for me because I am
cuffed and chained.

I close my eyes and I
pretend I am somewhere else
four guardian Angels
come in the night
and take me away from here

Poet Bio

Inger Iceheart is a Cape Town based attorney who practices criminal law and occasionally writes and paints

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