Treasure Island

Felicity Slaughter

(January,1995 / New Port Richey, Florida)

No Justice


The sun sets each day,
humbly opening the door to criminals
awaiting their turn to paint and splatter
a canvas with the blood of the innocent.
The deep black sky provides a shadow
for perverts and murderers alike
to do their dirty work.
Where is the police, those 'brave'
the men and women who were
trained to rid the streets of this filth?
Why do we feel the need to baracade
the doors and windows and dwell in
isolatiion within the confines of our homes?
What ever happened to the justice?
But that's a silly question to ask, isn't it?
The justice, it was never really there.

Submitted: Thursday, July 22, 2010

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