The Judge said:
"In honour of true civilisation,
the death penalty hereby
stands abolished."
The crowd cheered in the streets.
Activists claimed victory.
Subzero temperatures—
snow fell through the night.
The morning newspaper
carried a small item:
how many had died
while sleeping rough.
They slept rough—
now in a dignified sleep,
on the morgue’s shelves.
Dignity afforded
only after death—
how the poor may enjoy
the civilisation’s bliss.
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Author:
Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
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