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Justice Unserved


A boy taken from his family. Murderers acquitted by the jury. Tears wept for the horrible crimes against a mother, who will never see her son again. But the crying does not help. Will your prayers be heard? The world is watching, so what do you do? Tell the world: How you beat him, strangled him...MURDERED him. Yes, that is what you do. And the world is still watching, but who cares? A society blinded by color So who will expose their true colors? The woman that lied? The criminals that murdered? The boy who is dead? Or the mother who cries? The criminals confess while the world is watching. Then the criminals die from old age. But the mother still cries The world is still watching. Justice unserved At its finest.
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IronScribe
Nice poem, smooth from start to finish; cap it all off with the perfect final line and it's a masterpiece. I look forwards to your future poems.

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