Justice
Welcome to Rhyme "N" Reason. Justice is a poem from my Poetry With A Conscience collection. My name is Amanda Jay Clark, but my friends call me Mandy.
I am very lucky to live in a country, where the crime rate is so low, that not even the police force need to carry weapons. Most people from other countries couldn't imagine that. Yet still, I feel that our justice is far from perfect. Is there such a thing as perfect? I would like to think so, though I have no idea what perfect is! Even in England though, things are getting worse, and I fear the day that our wonderful police force, will have no choice, other than to start carrying guns. That would be a shame! There was a time when I wouldn’t have been able to get through the day if I didn’t read the paper first thing every morning. I don’t do that now. I haven’t read a newspaper in fifteen years. I couldn’t take all the violence and crime. Armed robberies, murders, muggings, bashings, rapes, burglaries, etc. These are no longer news stories; they are part of every day life! And, the criminals are getting younger and younger all the time, rendering us unshockable. I have turned my home into a prison, while the criminals enjoy the life of freedom that they refuse to afford their victims. What’s more, I feel powerless to do anything to stop this, or to change things. I don’t want the death penalty brought back; it’s too barbaric and uncivilised, but there must be something that we can do. There must be some way for us to get justice.
Justice?
By Amanda Jay Clark.
Every time I read
a newspaper,
There’s been more violence and crime.
And the perpetrators expect us,
To pity them serving time.
After bashing and
mugging a lady,
The mugger expects us to say,
I’m sorry you had to do it,
You can go home later today.
A rapist may be
held in custody,
But only for a while.
Then he’s set free at the hearing,
After the victim’s been put on trial.
A murderer gets a
life-sentence.
Then he serves three years, or four.
But the family of the victim?
They serve for ever more.
A burglar
desolates homes.
He cheats, swindles and twists,
But he never goes to prison,
Just get a firm slap on both wrists.
I’m afraid
to go out after dark,
In case I’m attacked with a knife.
And the only way to prevent this,
Is to make a life sentence, mean life!
I’m not even
safe in my own home.
They’d break in, without a care.
So I turned my home into a prison,
While they’re living free out there.
But, who gives a
damn for the victims?
Lawyers put felons back out on the street,
And as soon as they leave the courtroom,
You’re the very next victim they meet.
The felons have
all the rights.
And if we defend our life,
We’re told we shouldn’t have done that,
And we end up in strife!
If a man points a
gun at me,
And threatens to shoot me dead,
If I as much as raise a defending hand,
I end up arrested instead!
The gunman would
then go free.
A bad home would be his excuse.
It’s time to stop all the evil.
It’s time that we all called a truce.
Why shouldn’t
the victim have justice?
Why is self defence a crime?
Give us the right to protect ourselves,
And we’ll end felony for all time.
How true the
adage, "the law is an ass,"
So some famous person once said.
The guilty go free and keep living,
While their victims keep ending up dead!
I’m not
asking, bring back hanging,
Or saying, throw away the key.
All I’m asking from justice,
Is make living safe for me!
Justice, is protected by copyright, and remains the property of the author, Amanda Jay Clark.