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Justice For Prejudice?
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.
poem
by
Prince Salamaveli
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