In the night I awake, shaking in terror.
Reliving my arrest, and jail nightmare.
I struggle in post trauma, tears well my eyes.
Why Mr. Uecker, did you construct the lies?
A nineteen page, sworn affidavit.
Comprised of the stories you fabricated.
My character damaged by your absurd, public attack.
I am the victim, truly wronged, not able to equally fight back.
The police, the courts; accommodate just to you.
No scrutiny, no logic, oblige your yarns as true.
Respectfully, I formally wrote; my letter, an honorable request.
Maliciously and disdainfully, you pursued my arrest.
In the night, my innocence reawakes in the distress of my cries.
Why Mr. Uecker, did you construct the lies?
