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Mortal Justice

rapists are being freed from the jail
life imprisonment getting decreased to just 'fine'
judges have forgot the justice that shelters them
and the lady of justice is slowly losing her powers

the survivors are being detained for protesting
the rapists belongs to a powerful house,
who holds the key of the nation and they are
busy sheltering the one who should rot in a cell

justice is now just a mortal concept
it can no longer protect the interests of people
the forces that are commanded by her in sacred court
now gives more power to the rapists
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