Justice For Prejudice? Poem by PRINCE SALAMAVELI



Since your tragic death and dones.

Nothing seems, 

To have changed.

The twisted bitter lies;

Just seem to carry on.



This awful thorn of disguise.

Thwarting the strong, 

In the eyes.

The young they scream, they die.

I watch their parent mourn.



A thing i can't explain.

But grieve it to my grave.

I've taste the bitter truth, 

The tragic slaps of rain.



I said i can't explain.

The british justice way.

They loose the slaves in chains.

But made us slaves with brain.



I have two words to say.

About the justice game.

As i would define; 

The tragic charms of lies.



Justice for the rich.

Prejudice for the poor.