A bullet and justice

Scattered blood drops scrawled
A modern picture on the toilet walls.
Virginity and life bird
Have been butchered in the beastly clutches.

'Charm of that dimple smile,
O daughter, no drug can tranquilize me'.
As the pyre burns on,
Gloomy father leans on the broken dreams

Later, in the court
The innocent justice was brutally raped.
Lawyer's tongue wrenched
Head of the justice to acquit that human shape.

Father in dismay
Fired at that cruel thorax, evil drops clotted on death.
Shackles lock his wrists, but
The justice sits on bullet as on a throne

poem by Fabiyas M V
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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