Beaten, coerced
into confessions
Confessions that did not,
could not,
match the reality
Justice didn’t waste time
as the city
called for vengeance
She found five
easy targets upon whom
to direct the city’s wrath
Oh, Justice has a cane
but it is not
because she is blind
Her cane has
other purposes
With strong, swift blows,
Justice took a swing
at five innocent boys
When the last strike had landed,
the innocence of childhood
was smashed into pieces,
their hope for the future
locked tightly behind bars
Bars that would
hold them and scar them
for six to fourteen years
Justice, celebrating
the job she had done
providing five perfect scapegoats,
contentedly patted her own back
It took the attacker himself,
more than a decade later,
to set the record straight
Innocence was never recaptured,
years were never returned,
the harm could not be undone
If only Justice had bothered
putting down her cane
and opening her eyes
in 1989
29 Nov 2019
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