A Turmoil Of Injustice And Indignity (Poem By A Goan Poet) Poem by Bernedita Rosinha Pinto

With eyes blinded by injustice
they sit there with boredom,
they sit there untroubled,
they want to punish the criminals
they want to put them to trial
they want to even trouble the innocents;

but the lady with the blindfold relents
that judges support untruthful prosecution;
she does not understand why such injustice
she wants to know how jurisprudence falters;
why judges cannot differentiate false allegations
why judges believe in fabricated conspiracies;

in the court halls, every day of the week
so many offenders, so many cops rush in and sit;
they await for conviction or acquittal,
the prosecution and the jury so accustomed
to this scenario of seeing lawbreakers;
but when will the jury separate truth from falsity
when will jury see thro the curtain of veracity
and distinguish the innocent from the guilty
only after they are weary of waiting for justice?

or does administration of the system
want to feel a satisfaction over their duties
or do they play their positions
to carry on their agenda and manifesto
of needlessly persecuting honest persons
who uphold principles of life
and expressions of truthfulness?

do they not know that one day
their misdemeanors will be questioned
by their own conscience, if not by their superiors
and at that time no forgiveness shall befall them
as on that podium before the Almighty
they will stand and the divine lady of justice
will question them back for their indiscretion
and the injustice they meted to others;

finally, on the day of their own Judgment
they will have no words to reply
neither will they get to walk thro
those meadows of peace.