From the mangled remains of the wreck
They extract her broken self.
There is a body left, oh for sure!
But of features, it is bereft.
A precious life is lost
To another’s drunken pleasure,
Whilst he escapes Scot-free;
She suffered beyond measure.
No apology given, no rue
His lawyer frees, gets him walking.
And if he tries to apologize in future
Lawyer will scoff & say– “It’s the whiskey talking!”
Image – Ante Hamersmit via unsplash