As I sit in here waiting I think of what has happened, what is happening, and what is going to happen. Even if I had candor, I was still put in here. Waiting for the inevitable, death. I was disenfranchised. I was at the top of the food chain, until that fateful day. I never had been so embarrassed in my life. I was without any coin. And without any coins, I could not hire anyone to help me in my case. All my servants and hired help left . They were confiscated . But I knew the truth, they didn't want me to win. They wanted my head. Apparently it was no longer imperative to get justice. No longer a just community, they threw me in here without a blink of an eye. The prosecutor destroyed me. I got two seconds to speak and then they threw me in here. I'm waiting here, waiting for some fairy godmother to liberate me. Ha. That's a joke, no one is coming. I've been oppressed for no reason. I used to be strong, I had it all. Now I'm weak, feeble whatever you want to call it. I thought life was all smiles and laughs. Life is a big illusion, we walk through blind, until we meet cold harsh reality. Life has no pardons, no redoes, no second chances. Once you die, there is no restart. The reviled me, with pleasure. I could see it in their eyes. Extract my soul, my life, my world. They took it all. They are radical, they believe that if you have not coin, you have not justice. They beckon young innocent people to the chopping board. It's not unequivocal what I did, nor is it why they are doing this. However if I have learned one thing it would be fairness is a privilege.
