The Dead Never Stand Trial – Day 294, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

“Unfit to stand trial!”
Is what was said about a woman who was fit enough to point,
Shoot,
And,
Pull a trigger towards the defenseless.
Outcries are heard outlining the shooter’s dark complextion,
But,
All I heard eas blood dripping,
Drowning out the victim’s weeping.
Silence grew louder,
And,
Louder while my tolerance for it shriveled,
Seeking for an answer to my question:
Why does this ever happen?…

Senseless violence I can’t ever understand in a world we’re all taken advantage of,
By elites who strip us of our sanity,
Replaced by vision we cannot achieve until we’re driven mad.
Unable to contain anger dissolved by love we were hardly shown to begin with…

Nonetheless,
Freedom isn’t what she deserved.
A lack of love is not an excuse to murder,
Commencing celebration over a dead body on the curb,
While others watch in complete horror.
What she deserved were shackles,
Containing the Beast she had chosen to become without a chance to feed her thirst,
For  another head on her mantle.
But,
Justice?
There’s no such thing in a system built to entangle,
Your emotions until you morph into the same kind of monster.
A viscious cycle where escapees are left on the sidelines to ponder…