In the grip of trauma’s unyielding hold
Behaviors spiral, beyond our hold
Courts pass judgment, blind to our plight
Mocking and laughing, offering no respite
Responsibility laud on shoulders frail
For what trauma’s grip does entail
Greed, power, and control obscure the line
Between what’s right and what’s malign
In shades of grey, the truth is found
Yet they see only black and white around
Justice obscured by a skewed sight
Leaving the wounded to fight their plight
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