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Poetry: Judging

by Shehzad Ghias

The fingers rise towards misery with such ease, so hard to bend them back.
The silent observers plead innocence but the tranquility of the night screams injustice.
So easy to shout at criminals, so hard to stand for verdict.
How can i be at blame when I am the judge myself?

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