Being pursued by a mob of people
Faces scary and fearless
Holding sticks and daggers
Ruthless and belligerent;
Like lions;
look for who to devour
Coming after me
A rubber tyre over my neck
Ready to light a spark
begging and begging
Like a beggar
Almost dieing;
Gasping for breath
Dieing for a crime;
I know nothing about
In a haste;
To light the fire
Getting burnt;
as a matyr
Being accused of stealing;
Which i never did
Dieing a painful death
A painful death of humanity
Jungle Justice
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Author:
D\'Poetic Princess (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It is about Jungle Justice
- Category: Sad
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- Users favorite of this poem: Demar Desu
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Comments3
Great topic, makes me think about how far we have to come when it comes to justice. Even in the most progressive courts the innocent can be found guilty
Quite hard hitting write on todays street justice systems around the world, in a lot of cities and countries the mob rule and deliver what they call justice, regardless of fact. Well spoken piece
Thank u Tobani and Demar for the comment
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