JUSTICE #1

MERHABA MY FRIENDS

`JUSTICE`. THAT`S ALL I WANT, `JUSTICE`.
HE SAT WITH HUNCHED SHOULDERS AND
CLENCHED, SWEATY HANDS, A GAUNT
LOOKING FIGURE.
THE ACCUSED STOOD IN THE DOCK, A SMIRK
VISIBLE ON HIS FACE, AS HIS LAWYER RIDICULED
THE PROSECUTION WITNESSES ONE BY ONE.
HE GLANCED AT THE JURY, PRAYING THAT THEY
WOULD SEE THROUGH THE DEFENDANTS LIES,
LOOKING FOR A SIGN, A HINT OF HOPE.
HE HAD SAT IN THE SAME SEAT FOR FOUR DAYS,
WATCHING, LISTENING AND REMEMBERING, TEARS
IN HIS EYES, THINKING OF HIS LOSS.
HE WAS AT HE`S WITS END, EMOTIONALLY AND
PHYSICALLY DRAINED.
HE COULD`NT TAKE MUCH MORE, IT HAD TO END
TODAY, THE THOUGHT OF THE `SMIRKER` GETTING
OF SCOTT FREE WAS UNTHINKABLE, `JUSTICE`, HE
MURMURED TO HIMSELF `HAD TO BE DONE`.

(ADJOURNED)

TURK :(}