Rectitude has absconded within reach,
Throwing two thousand and one in the skies.
Stretch hands to the atmosphere holds bootless each,
As to innocence, the system denies.
Who will unveil the just with just a truth,
And sentenced the vicious to hades?
Break this little cold heart like a sleuth,
For the brutes eloped without apologies.
Posing in a perfect picture frame,
Whilst the innocent’s wall is crashing down.
Dining with guilty without blame,
Outing with devil itself in bloody red gown.
This ink is crying of remedy for the weak,
And willing to die for their innocent soul.
Let this tale be a long-lasting mystique,
As to truth, all ages extol.