MY COURTROOM
Every night, when I enter my bedroom,
I saw a witness box with smell of doom.
I accused myself...
My hands worked, but humanity was dim,
My nation was weeping as a silent victim.
I interrogated myself...
My eyes witnessed, but blindfolded the jury,
Ethics & truth suffered the maximum injury.
I cross examined myself...
My tongue spoke, but morality was imprisoned,
Peace scattered in pieces was again sentenced.
I defended myself...
My conscience cried, law was sabotaged,
Love was abused and compassion caged.
I judged myself...
My mind ignored, but crime was committed,
Social justice was baised and totally neglected.
I prosecuted myself...
My body stood lame, evil encroached poor modesty,
Mute spectators are also culprit, "you killed honesty".
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