Blind justice has left its vicious whip marks on his back.
Cheers from the crowd, loud in my ear
I feel myself sway,
knowing I cannot settle the payment asked for his release.
The chain replaced; he is lead away.
I call upon my father, the door is closed in my face.
Who can I tell
about this wicked web of lies against Jack.
I send for help,
my brother might be able to talk sense to my father.
I know it will take a month or more
Before I hear from Frederick
If he cannot come,
Jack will be hung for theft that has become murder.
He did not commit either crime.
Strange justice, blinded by the roar of the crowd…
© Anita Dawes 2021
Great work out here, always nice to read a short and sweet poem.
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Thank you!
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Sadly, mob rule can still bend the ear of justice, Anita. Well done.
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Thank you!
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Intriguing tale!
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Thanks, Susi…
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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Hi Jaye Marie,
Hope you don’t mind, but – having read your book “Silent Payback” and thoroughly enjoyed it – when I wrote my weekly column in The Costa Blanca Newspaper this week (on behalf of my group Writers’ Ink) I included the opening sentence as an example. Could you send me your email address so I can forward the piece on to you? Many thanks. Joy x (joylennick@gmail.com)
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So glad you enjoyed my book, Joy… and so kind to use the opening sentence. My email is jayemarie01@btinternet.com
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