Good people suffer,
Good people are wrongly accussed.
Some cruel people get power
Some step on the bodies of innocence,
To get into higher ranks,
Some because it’s easier,
Some don’t hear the necks snap
As they sincerely go about their work.
We can easily see the mistakes looking back,
We know about hindsight,
Many innocent people are freed
Without so much as an IOU.
But not all survive.
And I can’t help but wonder,
How many more losses,
Would it take to cross the line?
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