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CHAINS of INJUSTICE
Clanging of bars slamming in the night,
Startles me jars me upright awake.
I listen my senses alert to every move, every noise.
The darkness loneliness - a cold cell my home.
Scared, unsure of the chain of events, why?
At fourteen, waiting for my parents to take me home.
Adult court - adult prison sentenced to hang.
Unbelievable events, summer full of promise ,
I work on a friends farm, school nearly out,
Swimming, playing, ball, sports, movies,
Wiped completely off my blackboard of life.
The horrific death of Lynn Harper, school mate.
Tragically her life ended tragically her killer
Free to go to kill again. Tragically her secret,
Buried with her. Emotions high. Families devastated.
Kids Free- over and over we told our stories.
Time important only if you needed to be somewhere.
Relentless questions, police ask again and again.
Accused of lies, questioned without my parents. Rights denied
Rules bent by the very law makers eager for fame.
Courts hurried above my understanding what
Was said the importance of what was NOT said.
School friends, scared, confused, tears, wanting to go home.
Like me, but I cant yet. My dad will find out
Who killed Lynn , then I can go home.
I have told my story and over and over stated
I DID NOT KILL LYNN HARPER.
Soon my Mom & Dad will take me home.
News spreads my name is known across Canada.
Years go by, juvenile halls, friends, guards,
Those who believe in me. Those against me seem to be
The jury the police doctors in the prison.
Anxious for a confession even LSD could not
Bring forward. Emotions run deep.
Like deep waters quiet on the surface.
Turmoil underneath, hurting, scarring, wrenching.
I struggle to find positive in life, some believe in me,
I must remain sane. My Mom & Dad will come soon.
Penitentiary Terrified my new home.
Eighteen is too young to die when you are innocent.
My heart cries an Irish Lament, my dad will soon come.
The doctors talk, they do not listen.
Pushing, pushing, adding more chains of injustice,
Heavier with each year that passes.
Family social skills loving events memories,
I am left out, behind, not by their choice.
Lynn, does your soul cry out as mine, for justice?
Who did this to you? Where are they now?
Our families have both lost. The truth needs to come out.
After forty three years, in what way can I prove my innocence
That is different from what I have already said?
Let my unwanted Canada wide fame, become a marching army
Of support to help me find release from these chains.
I need the support of the people. My voice is not enough.
Chains of injustice surround me, my family, built link by link.
Its time to free the soul of Lynn, her family. My soul and my family.
Lord as the support gathers, let this be the year the Chains of Injustice
Are gone, released, cleared once and for all,
That they would be NO MORE.
Free
..at long last free.
Wrote June 18th 2002 Helen Margaret Burley
With deepest respect and support for
Steven Truscott
Who at the age of fourteen years was sentenced in adult court to hang
for the rape and murder of Lynn Harper school mate. Steven has always
proclaimed his innocence and forty three years later is still fighting to
clear his name. The Fifth Estate has new evidence that was withheld from
all court cases and did a t.v. special to spearhead once again a battle for
support to clear his name. Julian Sher from this long investigation and many hours
spent with Steven and Marlene has wrote a book titled Until You Are Dead.
I write from emotions and I tried to feel his emotions from
This book. Best wishes to you Steven and Marlene.
May this be the year we dance in the streets as we learn the
Chains of Injustice have finally been removed.
In 1959 a wrong was put on Steven Truscott.
Now it is time to be lifted.
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