trial unborn dr salerian poem -image

Trial Unborn

I was young

Young and fresh

When trial began
Today boxed in

Within four thick walls

I talk

I explain

Waving my hands

I laugh

I cry

I repeat myself

Walls listen

Listen carefully

Deafening silence

Walls not responding

They maybe smiling

A motion here and there

My God they hear me

Trial is on

Electric waves

Pulsating slow

Bones cracking

Like a crackling fire

Soldiers arrive

We all rise

Trial marches

Walls listen

Walls not responding

Trial unborn