My heart is heavy, my mind full of fear,
Caught in a Kafkaesque web of dread,
My fate lies in the hands of strangers,
Who wields a power I cannot comprehend.
My guilt hangs in the air, though I know not the crime,
The tribunal speaks in a language of confusion,
Their testimonies twist and distort the truth,
Leaving me powerless and in despair.
My hopes for justice are fading away,
Lost in a world of uncertainty,
The true nature of my crime will never be known,
Trapped in a nightmare of endless torment.
Rodeyo
