awaiting trial..

[uroar]

clenching the folds of my stained clothes,
straining my eyes to see the obscure signs,
obscenities fly from my chapped lips,
chapel bells from afar invade my stinging cranium,
stinking like that of a wet dog,
weary of the cell that is closing in,
clothing still in strangled grip,
starting to cry out in anguished panic,
anger begins to conquer within,
convicted of a crime i would never commit,
needle wound sensitive to the faintest touch,
faith will not take me from this horrid place,
hooded men appear down the narrow hallway,
navigating the key to the lock of my steel cage,
stolen from my cell i am aware now,
awaiting my trial and dragged away.