Rough Justice

Rough Justice

A Poem by Chris Shaw

There are whispers in the valleys,
there are rumours in the streets
and it's spreading like a virus
as on gossip people feed.

So the curtains are all twitching,
see the eyes are peering out
while the bad boy tries his utmost
to ignore the jeers and shouts

of the stupid and judgemental
who want justice meted out.

Then they hide behind a corner
in the shadows of the night,
with their weapons in their pockets
and their purpose burning bright.

For they'll knife him in his stomach
and they'll boot him in the head,
then off they'll flee into the night
while leaving him for dead.

A new day's dawn, you are in jest,
another man has since confessed.

© 2018 Chris Shaw


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Oh, Chris, this is spectacular and very descriptive and articulate and straight to the point. Outstanding and so sad as so very true. When you go to any major city in the UK let across the world. This is happening ten a penny. Even spreading out to the countryside like wildfire. I remember when I was a kid, people argued with fists and that was it done. Now for no reason at all. Just looking the wrong way you get killed. Modern times.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Onlyme

5 Years Ago

I think it's all deliberate to be honest Chris, Lack of police, police not being able to do their jo.. read more
Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

I think I grew up in pretty innocent times by comparison Dawn. I think you must feel the same.
Onlyme

5 Years Ago

I do believe so Chris, we where lucky. Not so for the youngster nowadays sadly though.



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No place on earth safe is it? our country is way ahead, compared with any other place in violence and bloodshed... few months back they had to bring military police to control the gang-fights in the city. A serious subject to write about and you have done a superb job, C.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you M. Sounds like you've got more than your fair share of violence and bloodshed if the milit.. read more
so often the judgment comes before the trial.

there is a profound sadness in this poem for the stupidity people can too often exhibit.
j.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thanks Jacob, there is sadness. We have a glut of teenage killings by blade in London and the outski.. read more
Oh, Chris, this is spectacular and very descriptive and articulate and straight to the point. Outstanding and so sad as so very true. When you go to any major city in the UK let across the world. This is happening ten a penny. Even spreading out to the countryside like wildfire. I remember when I was a kid, people argued with fists and that was it done. Now for no reason at all. Just looking the wrong way you get killed. Modern times.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Onlyme

5 Years Ago

I think it's all deliberate to be honest Chris, Lack of police, police not being able to do their jo.. read more
Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

I think I grew up in pretty innocent times by comparison Dawn. I think you must feel the same.
Onlyme

5 Years Ago

I do believe so Chris, we where lucky. Not so for the youngster nowadays sadly though.
People are so quick to pass judgement sometimes. We have the courts for that.
It really makes me angry sometimes.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

I hate rough justice. There are parts of the world where it is rife. Lynch mobs in the streets, they.. read more
Papaya

5 Years Ago

Yes, it happens often in some parts. You're welcome Chris,

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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