The laws that were meant
To give justice,
Are now hiding behind money.
Many generations have passed by,
But this fear has not decreased .
In the cold dark nights,
The young souls are afraid to be seen.
They are afraid they'll be judged by many.
Eyes with fear they cross the dark passage,
Hiding from The desperate eyes.
Nothing more but only comfort and security they wanted at night.
A four letter word,
Is the nightmare of many.
Hands are locked,
Mouths are forced to shut,
And mind is told to forget everything.
But every night comes with a dream,
Hands around her body
Is what she could feel.
Helpless and vulnerable she asks for justice,
Even the courts are blindfolded.
Nobody could feel her pain,
And the agony she felt that day.
At last she gave up and was seperated from all the pain.
Now the people realised that it's time to pray,
Candle marches, riots, and shout of injustice
Was what the people did.
But nobody could hear when she asked for justice.
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