A Heart's Cry For A Thief In The Hands Of A Merciless Mob
By Joseph Osei Standing in a bus coming from church I see a man mercilessly beaten beyond recognition. Disfigured with only god knows what offensive objects. Voices around me conjecture He should be a thief; he could be beaten to death they recount incidents of instant mob justice as we drive on away from the sight Questions run haywire in my mind What if he did it; what if he didn't do it. What might have driven him into this? Is it fair? What could be going on through his mind What could be going on through his heart Naked and broken, his dignity, pride and freedom snatched from him Is his spirit alive, does his soul still live A dead man whose body just has enough strength to lead him to the slaughter. No one to speak for him No one to defend him Where are his parents Who is responsible for him What should instincts be doing in the heart and intestines of a mother whose son's life hangs in the balance The balance to the mercy or cruelty of people...

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