They served the time for someone else.
Named and blamed, framed and shamed
to douse the flames of outrage.
It was all too easy.
A game for those with a job to do
but no concrete clues,
nothing to lose in their reckless desire
that someone had to pay the dues.
Wrong place, wrong time, wrong nationality.
Who cares about the lives of family men
if their profiles scream guilty
when the twisting of reality
brands them and robs them of their sanity?
Now, the verdict quashed
they’re free to go, to be abused
by those who refuse to adjust their views.
As free as birds with broken wings,
the families of the victims
who are locked in ruthlessly remorseless grief
because they’re never going to know the truth.