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Justice ,denied
With bloody hands, rusty hair and a dammed soul
I walked out ,stepping on the rotten meat
As my lungs struggled to breathe down the fragrance of the crime that I had committed
Blue and white lights flashed my eyes
And a bullet pierced through my cranium
Punishing me for the crimes I had not committed,
My lips have spoken no lies, though my heart is a liar
This land, these stars ,they are my witnesses
My scars give my testimony
I do not claim to be nor am I innocent
But if I am guilty ,I am of my humanity, which for you is an atrocity
I do not care of your judgment, only for nature’s impending monstrosity
They say history repeats itself
It surely dies, when you crown malevolent beast as saviours of humanity….
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Nuha Saleha
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