What have you to say?
All this time, all your worries, both gone
You walk out the doors and into the light
Now you can claim your innocence, from that dark night
You have had your moment of fame
You are innocent, so they claim
But what of the seventeen year old?
He did not testify, shout or cry
For the true innocent one, lies buried
Unlike you, his story untold
He remains silent and still
Unlike you, he forever will
The sea and all the rain
No amount of water will cleanse thee
The blood of that night shall remain
Your hands will always haunt you, eternally
May you live a long, long life
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