Cold, metal claws clenched bleeding wrists
Injustice.
Weather beaten faces groaned under
The leather snake’s bite.
Injustice.
Reaching out with bony hands,
But slapped away by stronger arms,
Injustice.
Freedom gone, hope dim, shadows creep in and stay,
Long gone justice was.
I tried searching for it, though.
Every nook and cranny,
Every inch of my stone, cold cell.
Even the cobwebs and spiders.
No trace of justice on them,
No trace at all.
They say every scar has a story,
To tell.
Does this spell justice?
Freedom?
To own nothing?
Not even my own body?
To cry out for help but,
Knowing deep in my soul,
That none will ever come.
A living corpse so starved,
I am just a skeleton,
With a thin blanket of flesh,
Knotted and sewn tight ‘round my bones.
I am chained.
Body, soul, and spirit.
Struggling.
Falling.
With no strength to get back up,
And you call this justice.