#Wordle 420 #Poetry

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Justice, no more than a roll of the dice

An acid tongued judge, passing judgement

On other people’s lives

Often without knowing the true story

As to how this poor soul stood in the dock

I leave the jury room, outside, the hail hits me

On the back of my neck

I act instinctively, run for cover

Safe, I scratch the back of my neck

It feels sore. Acid rain maybe.

I know where I would rather be

I need to burrow under my duvet

Forget the world, for me it often runs too fast

I hate the feeling of being the one

To tamper with someone’s problems

I judged him guilty on the evidence given

Too fast, his life now behind bars

Maybe I will bake a cake with a file hidden inside

So, he can hack his way to freedom

No one knew I had been living with this man

For the past ten years, on ill-gotten gains…

©Anita Dawes

6 thoughts on “#Wordle 420 #Poetry

  1. It is amazing how many psychopaths and sociopaths are out there. Great piece. Makes us all think of at least one ill gotten romance or encounter where the person did not show his/her true self till we were already roped in. Guessing this is fiction poetry but if not don’t feel too badly I am sure you stand amongst great company. Thanks you. Love ❤️ Joni

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