Justice Served

Her hair was a tangled mess, Her fingers bitten down to the nub Make-up smeared and dripped from off her Face from desperation and exhaustion This is it It’s time The people were staring from the jury box, Waiting to see what would happen next, Murder in their eyes, practically twitching with anticipation The defendant, an old priest with a scowl carved into his face Sat at the front, his eyes trained forward, silently praying to God Whilst a young widow's glare burned into his back, an image of her Little boy in her mind, the helpless victim, her hands fidgeting in her purse In a drone, the Judge spoke for the two lawyers to step forward The rest was a blur It happened all too fast The young widow stood up, withdrew a Hi-Power Semi-Automatic 9MM Browning, aimed, and shot the priest square in the head Three times. Chaos. Screaming. The priest lying in a pool of his own blood Running. Ambulances. Cameras flashing this way and that. Calmly, the young widow walked out of the courtroom Finally satisfied.