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About This Poem
Poetic Justice
She lay broken this little porcelain doll,
Her tear stained face turned to the wall.
Angry words fell shattering her soul,
His abuse finally took their toll.
With one last desperate exhale,
He hammered the last coffin nail.
Porcelain doll molested by a coward so cruel,
For his sin branded the worst kind of fool.
Like any fool, he didn't learn from his mistake,
With his actions he has sealed his own fate.
In prison the inmates have a justness for his kind,
Proving that poetic justice isn't blind.
Now the coward lay like a broken doll,
His violated body turned to the wall.
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