Not Guilty By The Hour

‘Guilty or not guilty’, he asks She says, ‘Not guilty by the hour’ Her face looking very sour Not guilty by the day If you look at things my way I stand here a bruised flower Helplessly ripped of all her power Dreading been subjected To another punishing shower If today I am jailed Then society has failed It is he who should have been long nailed So she says, ‘Not guilty by the hour’ Her face looking very sour Not guilty by the day If you look at things my way Many a time I have cried Knowing how hard I’ve tried A victim of domestic violence Dismissed by all as nonsense Ignoring my pleas by pretence Enduring yearly beatings and mental abuse Even my public cries seemed to be of no use As I stand before you all wrongly accused With my very own hands I have taken away a life Without the use of a knife But I’m not guilty by the hour Her face looking very sour Not guilty by the minute If you take your time and sit Examine every fact without prejudice bit by bit Not guilty by the day If you look at things my way For with the drunkenness of a violent man Sprung the madness of an innocent woman Yet I profess to be hundred percent human Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi