You Don’t Really Mean You’ll Kill Me, Do You?

A jury consisting entirely of men
Had convened in a stuffy locked room.
The leader (de facto) soon called for a vote
On whether to seal someone’s doom.
The defendant, a young man, was standing accused
Of fatally stabbing his dad.
Eleven grand jurors agreed on his guilt,
But the twelfth said their method was bad.
A decision this serious ought to be made
After time spent reflecting on facts.
For example, the knife wound was not angled well
For a shorter man’s lethal attacks.
The arguments lasted for more than an hour.
The jurors were having a fit,
But the anger gave way to a new understanding.
The ultimate vote: to acquit.