Upon learning, we came to know,
The law advances at its own steady pace;
In daylight's glow, its workings show,
Yet on its journey, it falters in the deep sea's embrace.
Amidst profound pain, we voice our despair,
Rooney and Sagar, their souls trapped in the mire;
As we listen along, the truth's hard to bear,
Law's essence is distorted by its own quagmire.
Day by relentless day, the scene unfolds,
Law's demise sank it to the ocean floor;
A hundred times over, its fate it holds,
Deprived of life's breath, it suffers evermore.
Hundreds of forty-eight hours have slipped by,
A span of eleven years, a tale to unfold;
Of law's lament, as it withers and dies,
A narrative of justice's defeat, once bold.
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