HELD CAPTIVE
Contributed by
tifrob
on
Friday, 27th August 2004 @ 08:21:32 PM in AEST
Topic:
news
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I
Our city is held captive,
By one who has no soul,
He befriends our daughters,
So begins our stroll.
Young and bright and trusting,
Through youthful eyes they see,
They never see the madness,
Only the good by degree.
Their youth and their openness,
Gave way to the foul,
They never saw the horror,
They never knew his prowl.
It was by their mercy,
They let this creature in,
They never saw the vileness,
Till the very end.
II
Violated and discarded,
Is how he left our girls,
Bludgeoned and mutilated,
Is how he left our world.
One he left,
One be took,
Both he killed,
Both forsook.
As we become one,
Family and town,
We search for our daughter,
The one not found.
As we talk amongst us,
Of a demon man,
It's beyond our limits,
We can't understand.
He is behind bars,
For the murder of Brook,
But where is Erika,
The one that he took?
Why won't he answer,
The questions ~ So few,
Who taught him this cruelness,
Who'll give him his due?
Ill
Searching ~ Searching,
Family and town together,
Searching ~ Searching,
Days that lasted forever.
This process continued,
Two full weeks,
"Found in a field,"
The news was leaked.
Stabbed ~ Broken ~ Beaten,
A horrible death,
This "monster" again,
Took one of our best.
Two daughters sent
To earn their degree,
Two daughters returned
With a death sentence decree.
IV
Reconvened
~ Our nightmares ~
Jury and Justice,
What will we hear?
Finally a closing,
At hand is the date,
Will they convict,
This Beast of Hate?
Pickup a paper,
Read the news,
It's not him,
Who's being abused.
It's not his life,
Being ripped apart,
Not his family,
With a broken heart.
"Who was he with?
Who did he do?"
Questions like these,
Just aren't news.
It's Brook's life,
They're tearing to shreds,
"How many guys,
Were in her bed?"
Well, this saga,
Is just about through.
If God's in Heaven,
He'll get his due.
V
The trial is over,
All words were spoke,
The jury listened
And didn't choke.
They sifted through,
A virtual hell,
Of words and pictures,
Of evil detailed.
They heard the defense,
Shift the blame,
They listened intently,
Each day was the same.
Here they were gathered,
Here was their place,
It was their lot,
To find justice with grace.
To locate an answer,
To balance the scales,
To right a wrong,
Not wanting to fail.
The judge gave instructions,
In silence they went,
In search of a verdict,
Which is why they were sent,
Now the families,
Sit and wait,
For the jury,
To deliberate.
They held in their hands,
The defendant's life,
Like he held our girls,
With cruelty and a knife.
Would they find him guilty,
~ Or would they not?
~ Would he finally pay,
For the cruelty he'd brought?
The wait wasn't long,
According to some,
~ The verdict was in,
~ The waiting was done.
Gripped with fear,
The Families did wait,
Brian Jones is Guilty,
Sealed is his fate.
Many lives were touched,
By this beast of a man,
Innocence and trust,
No longer go hand in hand.
~ Illusions have been shattered ~
~ Daughters have been lost ~
~ A verdict has been rendered ~
~ And we all reap the cost...
Note: In memory of Brook Baker age 19 (September 7, 1997) and Erika Norman age 21 (September 4, 1999 - went missing). Both of these young ladies fell prey to Brian E. Jones. Brook and Erika attended Vincennes University. They are missed and will never be forgotten.
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