No Justice

Grey suit, clean shaven, hair brushed back, I enter the courtroom. The verdict moments away. I know I’m right, my team fought hard to prove it but it’s in the hands of the twelve. The defendant, an American icon, a bully hell bent on taking what it wants. Ideas, prototypes, money, control.

…and then the moment, “Not Guilty.”

It couldn’t have been more obvious, yet so muddled all at once. A monumental decision only the courageous could make. The jury, now released, slink back to their every day, using my beautifully simple creation willfully unaware of how there lives had been altered.

…as if I’d already faded to oblivion.

Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.


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