It was a job they never wanted
That they had no training for
They just happened to be innocent
One of the seven, six or four
But, once they were convicted
Their fate was forever sealed
The scars may have skinned over
But their wounds were never healed
They were soldiers for justice
In a war they did not start
They fought until their dying breaths
To mend their broken hearts
It started with the Irish
From there, the ripples grew
To incorporate the injustices
Of the many, not just the few
What we were told were rarities
Turned out to be routine
A system meant to protect us
Is an intentionally corrupt machine
We are all soldiers for justice
Our numbers rise each year
We will finish what they started
Until injustice disappears
Michael Naughton
31 December 2024
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