Innocence is key to the disturbance at hand

Long last accusations ringing clear in the silence
It is the voice of pure evil, beckoning rapidly
Has no one seen through my guilt-threaded skin
To find the truths that lie within my heart?
It is a river, a flow of tainted reality
Can no one hear my piercing screams
That shout against the flow of limpid water?
It is a raging fire, lurid against the black of night
Why cannot they taste the truth of my tears
As they fall in a puddle of disregard?
Am I so insignificant that my words
Have no meaning at all?
My soul cries truth
Yet, my head cries equity
Is the justice they ram against me truly
Justifiable if they cannot identify my clouded innocence?