Unable to bear the wounds <br />of a distorted evidence sheet, <br />life stands as a mute victim <br />on a witness stand with a heart <br />that bleeds, in front of a stone <br />statue of goddess of justice, <br />blinded on a black satin <br />When shadows in black climb <br />on the ladder of a light house <br />tears roll on the judgment sheet <br />like a rain on a summer noon <br />Trials and errors continue like <br />day and night in earth's <br />confused garden of conflicts <br />seasons express disbelief on the <br />game charts of human brains <br />and on that judgment day life ends <br />as a victim of preconceived <br />printed format of fate line <br />and comrades rejoice on red flags <br />as they find a victim to raise <br />revenue for a monument... <br /> <br /> <br />May 7,2009<br /><br />Rema Prasanaa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/monuments-4/
