He sits
Alone
Waiting
This time
His time
His story to be told
They have lied
Covered up
Denied
Refused
Gavel ringing
Sweaty palms
Bile
Twisting vision, second guessing
No backing down
No backing out
Slowly rising to his feet
We need a voice
And now they must hear
They will hear,
and if they don’t
I will shout till they do.
The scream of the silent
The sound of a million defiled men
“Thank you, Your Honor…”
by Dr. John A. King
aka #theAuthor, #drjohnaking