One, two, three the gavel hits and the rags carry the now inevitable sorrows back home, moved to the side of the road- the riches are late for celebrations of injustice
Only before the handshake of bribery seals the deal and power takes down the weak, the tense tears of clear innocence murmurs silently in practice
Words to protect his name, this ‘nothing’ has done everything from providing evidence to reaching out to witnesses. But everything is not anything close to more bundles of money added to the paycheck of the highest seat, “Order! Order!”
The witness stand is as empty as their dark hearts as they laugh in victory snatched away from the needy, from the better part of this court
‘The witness was unable to be present’, so well, we await the flashing headlines of a new mysterious death today, termed coincidence and yet the hands that carry the blood pop more bottles in the name celebrating existence
The judge faced more threats than brought out victims. Feared the words ‘you don’t know who I am’ more than the oath made in presence of a Holy Book. Law Lord flipped the script, made the dreaded sentence and walked past all his made promises to fairness and justice
The fear that rises after “guilty” is pronounced stuffs the room. Giving up was a step taken long time ago, the moment power walked in. Now panic and horror spills as the armed men lock the cold cuffs and drags deserving leaders out into more terror
Carefully thrown back to the mud, that’s where they came from right? And again, we await the meaningless campaigns about fighting corruption, changing the unjust, lifting the deficient and making the lawbreakers pay
But of course, Your Honor, the poor paying corruption is the only way
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