WARNING: THE CONTENT OF THIS WORK MAY BE CONSIDERED SENSITIVE OR TRIGGERING BY SOME READERS.
W……..R……..O……..N……..G……..E……..D
JAILED
He had thought the truth was made of figures and facts
Of recognised places
Recalled compiled acts
Both culprit’s and victim’s faces
Now he could see reality
The violence, how ruthlessly
The truth materialised from knowing the right people
And not doing what was right
A collage warped by evil
That he was powerless to fight
It was a hideous mosaic of false sayings and names
A masterpiece of callousness and untrue claims
With corners adjusted carefully
Along with witnesses paid handsomely
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If Lady Justice is blind
Then how exactly does she deter?
Is there a hole in her blindfold?
To pick who she prefers
Ignoring laws age-old
Forgetting all that is fair
PENETRATED
Rancid breath, leaves and bramble
Craving death, amidst their ramble
Groping hands spreading her legs
Thrusting, prodding while she begs
She keeps wishing it’s a dream
Every scratch and every scream
Tears roll down along with blood
Disgust hits her like a flood
Her partner might see her as a rag used
Venomous acquaintances would spread the news
Close friends and guardians plead and plead
Heeding oh-so-kindly to her every need
But the world should never know
Her brokenness should never show
They’re the sons of powerful men
These things happen now and then
They might have done the crime
But they won’t do the time
They give her words not comforting
Of the futility of reporting
They say, “You must have done something to entice,
Those gentlemen who were so very nice.”
Justice is an illusion
That was the conclusion
Of the society and each past generation
DENIED
The books would be arranged
And the schedule just right
Pleasantries exchanged
At dawn’s first light
His room-mates would be ravenous
In reading as well
All decisions unanimous
He could just tell
The first list was uploaded and his name wasn’t there
But other lists were coming, there was no need to despair
His score had been outstanding
Praises and cheers resounding
So the wait was becoming more than confounding
September became December
And he could hardly remember
How quickly time flounced by
The first years were sorrow
And fear told him tomorrow
Would only approach cry by cry
Experience in the field showed the truth
A plan of the selection of the youth
Based on relations
Not their education
Others left on the street to seek their own vocations
Those were the things that mattered
Which got dreamers’ hopes shattered
FIRED
Chilling to the bone and harder than stone
Were his stare and strident voice as he hung up the phone
The vault became quiet, her heart was still
The fault was the client’s, with the iron will
Who promised her a fortune, a wad of dollar bills
Her greatest wishes and fantasies he would fulfill
It was her job to please him, adjust to his appeal
The bank needed his patronage, she had to close the deal
It must have been omitted from her job description
The mildest slip, a simple lack of recollection
That this work entailed rendering services of prostitution
Now at a crossroads, was there a solution?
There had to be for she was no escort
Stepmother had never taught her to sell herself short
And certainly the ball was in her court
The manager would have no insult of this sort
The reverse was the case when he was being told
Her courage took a dive and she was all but bold
A dismissal letter followed his howls of rage
That one had to make compromise at a certain stage
Life was no rose bed, no walk in the park
Lest her attitude changed, her future would be dark
Head held high, she left the bank that day
For better opportunities she began to pray
The world was no rose bed, to that she agreed
But to the whims and wiles of evil she would never concede
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The silenced ones are many, how can this be?
And the countless hoards of innocent ones brought to their knees
Like Abel’s blood, the crimson pools bellow from their graves
And painful losses might’ve occurred more than the saves
How young ones can be taken, snatched from loving arms
And witnesses for fear of danger fail to raise alarm
The oppressor has to face the music, feel the might of the law
Why ever suppress? There’s a line we have to draw
Change is expedient, and begins with practice
Of priceless components; love, truth and justice
ยฉChinonyerem Nwachi
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Wronged by Chinonyerem Nwachi is a beautiful masterpiece.
Wow.
Just wow.
The imagery, the construction. The message. It’s a vivid picture so beautiful.
Lovely piece!
i’m no poet yet, I relate. Keep the good work my dear one, it has warmed a cold soul.
Wow… a work well done… a lovely piece.
I am truly amazed by the depth of these poems. The story each carries resonates well with the readers and the delivery and flow, were top notch. The rhymes in particular were really refreshing.
So true of the present-day society. Just as the society’s watchdog, the poet calmly touched several areas of life and challenges at workplaces.
Suggestion: why not consider “……rendering thigh services”
Thank you for the suggestion, Richie
I’m in love with your poetry…
Its so….original and passive
Its like reading petals as they unfurl.
Beautiful, honestly beautiful
Thank you so much!
This is a beautiful piece that evokes sadness and tingles our voice to cry out once more for justice, perfectly written.
I love this masterpiece.
Reminds us all of how vulnerable we could be and ignites the need to voice out the woes of others.
This and the writer is great.
Soul touching…. Keep it up
This is beautiful & so true….. a unique piece miss Nwachi
Oh Josephine…this is the unspoken and ugly truth creatively and carefully elaborated. A beautiful piece really
This is indeed beautiful, it vividly mirrors the happenings in our society, it is perfectly penned down and nothing seems disjointed, I applaud the writer for a job well done.