HELP ME

HELP ME

I met someone today
He was in court to start his case
Something was boldly shown on his face
Don't know if its the guilt or the price he'd pay
Or the fear of the presence of the black garment
I knew in his mind he wished to lament
But he was so scared his hands were shaky
He looked so down and wept like a baby
I felt for him and in my mind he could be freed, maybe!
Was sure when he did the act he knew not the risk he was taking

It got to his time and was shown to the dock
The magistrate gazed and I saw her shake her head
Why should such good looks ever find this ugly dock
But then crime knows no class, tail or head
He was read his charges and told to make his plea
He knew not what to say confused on what his fate would be
He shivered in panic
Dormant like the lagos traffic
He busted into tears as all eyes was on him
I felt bad so much I couldn't look at him
He was caught alongside some robbers
Who had stolen bread, money and some others
His Honour was forced to ask his age
He was only sixteen, this opened a new page
Himself and the others were purely underaged
Stealing necessaries was the reason they were caged
They had no one not even a lawyer
They pleaded for mercy as they did it out of hunger
The court room was full of sympathy
His honours was obviously downcast as she was full of pity
The case was struck out as the trial was defective
They are underaged and should not be tried in open court
Would have had this fate had the system been effective?
But the country we live won't but leave you with a shrouded thought