MAY 8TH,2020
A date etched deep, a memory stark and cold,
Your voice, a tremor, "She's gone, it's told."
My heart, a drumbeat, frantic in the night,
I raced to you, lost in the fading light.
The storm descended, agents filled the air,
A brutal force, a justice beyond compare.
"Stop, please!" I cried, my pleas ignored,
You fell beneath them, your spirit sorely bored.
Beaten and bruised, a prisoner's cruel fate,
Your innocence lost, consumed by bitter hate.
The law's cold grip, extinguished every spark,
Leaving only shadows, where your dreams embark.
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