Justice In The Pitts Of Hell! Poem by Anashree Nash

Does a person have a soul;
Who commits such,
A treacherous act?
Does he have poison,
That runs though his veins?
Does he have a heart?
I don't think he can
Possess a heart;
When his hands;
Are stained with the blood,
Of my father, my dad.

I have so many questions
In my head;
Whom should I,
Ask it to?
Who do I question?
The almighty;
Whom I trust;
With my life,
The villain;
Who has robbed me
Of my light.

Today you remain;
Behind bars,
It does not suffice;
The injustice you;
Had brought in our lives.
I wonder how;
You sleep a wink;
Knowing you robbed;
A man of his life,
You robbed his;
Children and his wife.

Your sentence here;
Is not the end,
You will pay dearly for;
This sinful act;
In the pitts of hell.
Then the storm in my soul;
Will reach its calm.
For now the memories;
Of my dear dad imbedded in my heart,
Sustains me until;
He welcomes me at heavens gates.