We All Are On Parole
A Aniruddha Pathak
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For his fair conduct, goodly grade,
The killer was out on parole.
Easy, for justice to give dole,
The killed when can't come back from dead.
Divine laws might look rather crude,
But justice feels forced to look good!
Yet, with Heaven's liberal dole,
Reborn, are we not on parole?
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A well-known tennis player's sister was killed in 2003. The killer was out on parole due his good behaviour. It was hard for her to reconcile to this liberal justice of mankind, when one who is killed can't come back. The poem then ponders on another truth: We die; get reborn, are we on parole?
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