The Trial Poem by Adel Nada
The Trial
We're forced to a war
I'm afraid; it's not fair
What's wrong in the air?
I no longer can bear.
The judge announced:
Someone is guilty, but who is there?
His finger got wondering where to go.
It kept on and on.
He put it to his lips and started to care.
He stood up and shouted:
'Why am I here? '
'Isn't it for justice? '
'I'm no longer a judge.' He flew in the air.
Cairo
01/11/2001
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5/4/2024 9:37:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Abdication from the seat of justice is to be expected when a trail Judge is handed rusty scales of justice by the powers that be. A well articulated piece of poetry insightfully penned with conviction. A powerful poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.