The Final Verdict
And the black maria passed
escorted by angry sounds of sirens.
The boisterous crowd still in debate
as women wailed for their convicted children.
Convicts peering through the van’s bars
As they waved cuffed hands.
Man has judged man
In his own sense of judgment.
Only if there was a scale,
True and just,
For weighing one’s rights and wrongs.
But till then,
An imperfect man lies at the mercy
of another imperfect man.
However, we all await
Our Final Verdict.
