ON
ADNAN SYED'S VACATED CONVICTION
after
Yeats
What
do we need, now come to sense
but
find the hefty wherewithal
to
free this man free of offense
whose
case holds many in its thrall—
but
not for them, his eighteen years
that
he has languished in the gaol,
but
for his family’s worse fears,
let
this not end in epic fail.
Let
law’s worst errors be undone
so
finally justice will prevail.
Yet
“fumbling in a greasy till”
for
one solved case will not undo
the
system that we have here still,
so
much of it is misconstrued,
too
mistried, unfair, tortured, so
focused
on the adversary
not
any desire to follow
truth
or facts, no emissary
of
such so that in the ending
there
is no end. We’re left wary.
And
yet, we’ll chip away like this,
readers,
thinkers, coming along,
while
lying witness’ Judas kiss
can
be unlied and right the wrong
as
NGO’s and volunteers,
pro-bono
lawyers and the press,
podcasters’
cell phones show up here,
search
for the truth, provide redress.
Here’s
to Rabia, Brown: Sayed--
on
to Pelletier, Montgomery, and the rest!
