Who Killed Marissa Black?

By Aishwarya Mary George

The world bellows, all rise!

The court is now in session.

Justice for Marissa Black

rests in your grey hands.

Her unwavering faith 

calls her mother to the stand.

Repeated history or fate?  

Didn't you lend a hand?

As a broken body, to feel fuller,

you sought out another violator,

deeming him your saviour, 

but then, now turned perpetrator. 

Her wings of hope

call her brother to the stand.

You were to be a sturdy rope?

To pull out of this quicksand?

At ten, walked out in a rage,

unable to take any more.

Vowed to free her from this cage,

tomorrow, now nevermore?

Her wilted innocence

calls her father to the stand.

Your little girl had no defence

against your wandering hand.

No anger in her eyes,

you called her your dear?

While smothering her cries,

pushed too hard, into her.

Who gains the convict’s mark?

Who plays judge & jury?

Is there just light and dark?

There’s a million shades surely.

One victim? One culprit?

The judge charges Mr. Black.

The brother’s conscience, him.

And the mother’s sobriety, her.

By Aishwarya Mary George