Justice After Rape Poem by Bernedita Rosinha Pinto

As years will roll
crime will lose its significance,
law will delay its verdict
years will turn slowly
like an old grandfather's clock.
Murder will turn into history
as law will deal with it as a mystery
engaging itself to validate facts and reality;
witnesses will turn hostile
evidence will get perforated;
no one will care to talk the truth
all facts will get bungled.
The dead woman murdered brutally after rape
helplessly in a morgue goes through
a series of autopsies
to verify and establish her injuries,
is this of any value to her corpse?
Yet, the law asks for it,
they must not miss any detail
of what horror has done to her.
While the murderer in the jail
enjoys the 'privilege of life'
though he has stopped her from breathing,
he will himself be breathing fresh air everyday,
eating food, drinking water, walking around;
sleeping the nights away, perhaps hallucinating,
waking up feeling guiltless
as sunshine keeps re-appearing every morning
time invokes delay and truth gets far-flung
finally when the verdict is ready-
silence in the courtroom
as judgment is pronounced
'guilty' or 'not guilty'.
Either he walks out ' free'
if given 'benefit of doubt';
or serves 'life imprisonment' sentence
if convicted for rape and murder;
he still continues to breathe and live
while the dead woman he has raped and murdered
has dissipated into nothingness
except vaulted in the minds of her parents
where agonized memories of what might
have been her sufferings
will last throughout their life-time.
Is this how the hands of law
gives justice to those
who get murdered after rape?