What is Crime?

What is crime?

Who are criminals?

It is a question,

Which bothers me still.

        Is it physical ?

        Is it emotional?

        Or a combination,

        Of both of these. 

We have heard of child abuse,

And even seen hints of these,

Within the family,

And without.

         But what of those,

         Marks on the soul,

         When abused emotionally,

         Is the soul.

When a mother compares,

Two of her sons whom she calls eyes,

Financially and otherwise,

It is crime.

     When a grandmother compares,

     Three of her gems, 

     As she calls them,

    Financially, physically and otherwise,

    It is crime.

When a MIL compares,

Two of her next in line,

In any way,

It is crime.

     The marks on the body,

     Go with time,

     But those on the soul,

     Grow with time.

These criminals may look good,

To the outer world,

But to the above God,

They have to give an answer,

For this world in the next.

     May God give them,

     Good sense in their last days,

      For in his court,  

      There is only justice,

      Which could not be meted out,

      In this world.