A man in anguish,
Hears the swish of
Grief, suffering and death wish
Which no one could fathom
Neither think of,
But perhaps, may have a qualm.
A man of courage was he
Almost a sage maybe,
Not even aware of outrage,
But what bounded him to Cage?
Firstly, his wealth was gone
Some were stolen; some fell to arson.
His tireless efforts; pulled down.
Yet he still ventures to carry on,
For he still sees the dawn.
But, his family was also gone.
Everybody shot by a gun,
Not even one was able to run, none.
Too late for him to come
But only to witness the worst outcome
Which is truly hard to overcome.
“Job well done,” said someone.
Someone who was,
And is eminent in their city.
For him, it was witty,
But it was such a pity.
Gloom embraced the man.
So then, whispering of sins began.
And he made a plan.
It brought him to prison.
Without even a chance to reason,
And achievement of justice withdrawn.
But still in his heart,
Hope does not depart.
Seemed like a game;
Where he is going to restart.
And yet it happened.
He was set free through plea,
so his heart was filled with glee.
For the killer who caused him to kill,
Was legally declared as “guilty”.
