Justice For Her
I write for the disadvantage
in coins,
Can I contain this feeling, feeling of rage?
The veil on his face reveals little of the man within,
Maimed, raped, molested by the affluent,
And the government of the day,
is becoming silent,
All he did he need to pay,
Day she thought was her breakthrough,
She met more than she could chew,
At the corridors of Justice....
Justice, justice, justice
Where art thou?
She writes helter-skelter for it hitherto
Copyright © Kipkirui Mitey | Year Posted 2016
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