Over the realm of shadows, where justice seems frail,
Innocence trembles under accusations’ veil.
Unreasonable whispers, unfounded and unjust,
Imprisoning souls without a fair and rightful trust.

Abdul Nasar Maudany, a victim of the storm,
Accused, yet his innocence remains the norm.
Relieved from the shackles, his spirit finds release,
Residing in his homeland, a touch of inner peace.

But his tale echoes louder, beyond his own plight,
A symbol of a system’s flaw, casting darkness in its light.
For it’s not just one person, but a nation that’s betrayed,
By the very pillars entrusted to render justice’s aid.

The accused, left in limbo, their lives put on hold,
Their dreams shattered, and their stories left untold.
In this sea of uncertainty, hope flickers in the night,
That truth shall prevail and bring forth its guiding light.

Let us raise our voices, demand transparency,
Expose the brutality, the system’s fallacy.
For it is not only one soul, but a collective’s pain,
An affront to the faith we had in justice’s reign.

May the winds of change carry our cries to the sky,
To rectify the errors, ensure no more tears shall dry.
Innocence must be cherished, protected with might,
For justice delayed tarnishes every gleaming light.

Let the courts be swift, with judgments clear and true,
No more lives wasted in a legal purgatory so blue.
May this poem be a reminder, a call to action loud,
To restore faith in justice, to stand tall and proud.

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