Today is Tuesday. Today, I spoke with a friend who is going through a very rough time. She has been in and out of court countless times and her faith in a system, her faith in humanity is long gone. She told me today that the corruption, the unethical behaviour of people one should be able to trust is just about non- existent.
She doesn’t laugh at me when I tell her that no one involved in my son’s case had any moral integrity. Unless you experience it for yourself first hand, you would never understand the layers of lies.
For all those who have loved someone in prison and have had to deal with a “justice” system filled with morally and ethically bankrupted people.
A Marked Man
He has no home, no way to eat, he is a marked man
You see his kind living under bridges, selling his blood for food
He walks the streets untouchable, unloved, unable to feel human kindness
He’s read the story, The Scarlet Letter. He’s marked for all to see
But she looked into his eyes, into his heart and she saw a human being
She saw a man who was accused of being something awful, something odious
She saw a soul who would be persecuted, despised and she grieves
He talks to her like she’s dirt under his shoe because she has no money.
He makes her wait until he is ready to grace her with his time
There is no compassion, no kindness, no empathy for a marked man
She knows he will string her along just like he has before and do nothing for a
She cries so often that she’s forgotten what it’s like not to shed a tear
She wishes she could pull her heart from her chest because the pain is so acute
But a marked man keeps what little hope he has because of her
Be at peace my friends. My heart is missing so many pieces it doesn’t look much like a heart anymore.