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And always the silent smell Of music follows Each time his name is mentioned Never justice, Covered in ignored pleadings With pinpointed accuracy Constantly kicking The ladder away From his freedom Evidence suppressed and misplaced For 16 years In cross currents Of ignored medical reports Miscarrying justice And innocence Constantly brushed Under the carpets Drawn back on curtains Across hospitals And your bedroom upon release Which eventually killed you A terrible crime With two victims.
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Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
For Stefan Kiszko
And always the silent smell Of music follows Each time his name is mentioned Never justice, Covered in ignored pleadings With pinpointed accuracy Constantly kicking The ladder away From his freedom Evidence suppressed and misplaced For 16 years In cross currents Of ignored medical reports Miscarrying justice And innocence Constantly brushed Under the carpets Drawn back on curtains Across hospitals And your bedroom upon release Which eventually killed you A terrible crime With two victims.
(This poem is in memory off Stefan Ivan Kiszko (24 March 1952 – 23 December 1993), who served 16 years in prison after he was wrongly convicted of assault and ****** of Lesley Molseed. His ordeal was described by one MP as "the worst miscarriage of justice of all time” Kiszko was released in 1992 after forensic evidence showed that he could not have committed the ****** He tragically died in December 1993 shortly afterwards)
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Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
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