I watched from a distance
As she carried out her juvenile sentence

Her heavy chains could not hold back
Her joyful laughter, smiles, or loud chatters
She seemed unburdened as she pulled her sack
While walking proudly amongst other rackers

A culprit of attempted murder she was
A victim of continuous abuse she claimed
If only I had just put her uncle behind bars
Then her Innocence would’ve remained tamed

Now her beauty, manners, and sanity slowly decay
Remorselessly gratified by her oppressors’ downfall
Her insecurities and bright future washed away
By the guilty blood of her hospitalised uncle
Who pretentiously displayed a false state of dismay
Secretly responsible for making her feel disgruntled