I met these two men one day,
Their faces, sadly, and by memory, a shade of grey.
Two opposite people, two intelligent people, caught on the wrong side of the law.
What I was there for, I was not sure.
But the courtroom around me seemed to procure
Raw emotion through these two men who had a rough life and wanted to get better with them all.
They spoke wisdom.
They touched hearts.
They spat out their souls in front of a judge to give them their first taste at freedom.
Mr. Huskins was a recovering alcoholic,
Mr. Butler, a drug abuser,
But in both you could see that they were not meant to be handcuffed and chained together.
Butler spoke of Mahatma Gandhi and Albert Einstein.
Huskins spoke of own personal experience and recent sad occurrences.
Both of them hit the heart of the judge, but weren't strong enough to shake the law.
Both people were strong.
They didn't give up for freedom in which they are still fighting for.
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PoetryA literary tête-à-tête to help myself get by. You will find both poem and prose in this public diary of thought and representation, but a cliché name never hurts anyone.
