The law of abetment, a complex thing,
Can be a bit confusing, I’ll admit.
But it’s important to understand,
So you don’t get yourself in a jam.
Abetment is when you help someone commit a crime,
Whether by words or actions, it doesn’t matter.
If you encourage, persuade, or even just facilitate,
You could be charged with abetment.
So be careful what you say and do,
Because you could be held responsible for the actions of others.
Section 108 of the Indian Penal Code,
Makes it clear that abetment is a crime.
So if you’re thinking about helping someone commit a crime,
Think again. It’s not worth the risk.
You could end up behind bars,
And that’s no fun for anyone.
So remember, abetment is a serious crime,
And it’s not something to be taken lightly.
If you’re not sure whether something is abetment,
It’s always best to err on the side of caution.
And if you’re ever accused of abetment,
Get a lawyer and fight the charges.
You don’t want to be convicted of a crime
That you didn’t commit.
The scars of molestation run deep
A wound that cuts through the soul
Leaving behind a lifetime of pain
That’s hard to erase or control
The memories linger like a curse
Haunting every waking hour
A constant reminder of the hurt
That strips away all power
But healing can come in small steps
With love and support from the heart
A gentle touch, a listening ear
Can help the broken parts start
To mend and find a way to live
Without the weight of shame and fear
To reclaim the life that was taken
And let hope and joy reappear
So let us stand together
And speak out against this crime
Let us be the voice of healing
And help the wounded learn to thrive
War is a crime against humanity,
A brutal and senseless act,
That tears apart the fabric of society,
And leaves behind a lasting impact.
It brings destruction and devastation,
Leaving in its wake a trail of pain,
A legacy of death and suffering,
That can never be justified again.
It’s a crime against the innocent,
Who have no part in the fight,
Caught in the crossfire of nations,
And left to suffer through the night.
It’s a crime against the future,
For the generations yet to come,
Who will inherit the scars and wounds,
Of battles that were never won.
We must stand together as one,
And say no to this heinous act,
For peace and love are the answer,
And war is a crime that we must reject.
This deceit you leak reeks
Of sour lemons and urination.
This pride you flood smells
Of blueberries and broken dreams
These miracles you bring leave a miasma
Of grape Faygo and suffering souls
The peace I bring leaves an aroma
Of blue raspberry popsicles and lonely depression
That you had to die
Even more so
Because it was me who
Had held the knife
The way you screamed
When your stomach
Your heart was racing
In a fear unspoken
Your breathing was slim,
For your lungs would not open
Blood paints the walls
And I take a taste
Someday maybe I
Will share the same fate
You might’ve seen me walking along the road
Long golden curls, headed for home
Soft blue dress, with little orange flowers
Hopping in puddles from April’s rain showers
Or you might’ve seen my face plastered all over town
Missing child posters “NOT BEEN FOUND”
Amber alerts, sirens blare
No one really knew me, but suddenly they all care
Maybe I’m locked in a basement, or wrapped up in a sheet
But you came to your conclusion when you found a retainer full of teeth
Flowers growing in the cracks in the ground
No one heard my screams, because I didn’t make a sound
Where is she? Where is she? Is there any more? I’m just right above you, under this dirt floor
Have you seen me? Can you hear me? I’ve been scratching for days
He told me that he loved me, but I didn’t want to play
My dress is buried in the mud, as are my locks of hair
And if you look a little closer, you’ll find some child bones growing there
He tasted my pigtails every day, suckled all the sweetness
Told me they tasted just like cotton candy peaches
I tried to get away, I tried and tried but to no avail
He knew I was a liar, when I said I wasn’t a tattle tale
I dreamt of mommy’s kisses when she would tuck me in my bed
It’s always the big girl thing to do, instead of cry and beg
I saw little stars dancing around my head
As his grip squeezed tighter around my little neck
He buried me fairly softly, gave me a kiss goodnight
Wrapped me up in plastic bags and turned out all the lights
The earth is my pillow and my room is the sky
Don’t ask any questions because he won’t say why
Have you seen me? I think it was too late
You did not get to see me, until I met my fate.
TRIGGER WARNING: this was inspired by a very tragic kidnapping case that I saw on the news.
With your words
Knowing and not knowing,
Afraid and clueless.
A thing that used to be,
The dust on the mantle.
Will never be the same
The blood that was spilled across the floor.
This crime scene filled with pain and sorrow and regret. The murderer and the victim one in the same—but also separate. Two hearts that both dance to the same miserable song.
She was walking alone on the dark street,
Unaware of the monsters who were chasing after her,
When she noticed them, it was too late,
They grabbed her,
She was begging for help but they were unmoved,
No one was there to help and save her from those beasts,
Somehow she managed to free herself,
She knew that she can’t save herself from their evil intentions, as they were more in number,
They tried to seize her again, threatening her with knife,
She grabbed that knife, And
Killed herself to protect her dignity,
Leaving behind some questions for society.