Winter morning, cold and crisp
But not as cold as the baseless accusations
Leveled against him
He had hoped, as he had always hoped
That this time he would be judged
Based upon his actual words, his actual actions
Alas, t'was not to be
He would have to stand trial once again
For crimes perpetrated by men who had preceded him
The hurtful curses and physical abuse
The damage inflicted by the actions of others, strangers
The psychological scars left by men who were now ghosts
All now his to answer for
Just as it had been
When he was a child
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