"Transit Tragedy: A Mother's Cry for Justice"
Poem by Naomi Johnson
Justice Denied, Grieving Mother
This poem, set in the heart of New Jersey, tells the tragic tale of a mother grieving the loss of her only child/ son due to the actions of a deadly bus driver. Amidst the backdrop of pandemic struggles, the disabled mother faces additional challenges, including difficulty obtaining groceries and facing neurological damage from a stolen car chase involving Bloomfield, New Jersey police. The poem highlights the callousness of the bus driver's actions and the lack of accountability, with blame unjustly placed on the victim. Despite the mother's pleas for justice and accountability, she is met with indifference and neglect from authorities, including New Jersey Governor Murphy. The poem underscores the need for reform in transit safety and the pursuit of justice for victims, emphasizing the broader implications of injustice for society as a whole.
A Mother's Cry for Justice
In the heart of Jersey, a tale unfolds, Of a mother's grief, a story to be told. Disabled and mourning, her only son lost, To a bus driver's actions, at a tragic cost.
NJ Transit, Coach USA in the spotlight, A deadly driver took her son's light. Pandemic woes, a struggle so real, No help for groceries, a grievous ordeal.
Neurological damage, a stolen car chase, Bloomfield police leaving scars, a cruel embrace. Deshon, the son, the pillar of her days, Now gone forever in tragic transit ways.
Coach USA's Romaine, a driver unkind, Sped around corners, leaving despair behind. Jumping the curb, a victim ran over, Twice, he was crushed, in a world of pain to discover.
A disabled mother, with no son to provide for, No social distance in grief's lonely ride. No accountability for the driver's cruel act, Blaming the victim, is a heartless, callous fact.
Quarantine struggles, in lines she stands, Grocery shopping, with shaky hands. Justice sought, attorneys turned away, Essex County Prosecutor, where justice may sway?
Emails sent, messages left unheard, A mother's pain, justice deferred. Retired judge and attorney's torment,
Psychological scars, and constant lament.
NJ Transit, a call for reform, Disabled victims are left to mourn. Murphy, Corbett, and Hudge in disdain, Ignoring pleas, victims are left in pain.
No support in the pandemic's gloom, Transit victims left in doom. No groceries, no aid, no one to talk With, a plea for justice, a desperate walk.
Corruption and blame in political play, A governor's disconnection, a dismay. Murphy's indifference, a painful truth, No laws for the victims, and no justice for the youth.
Governor Murphy, a blame game played, Ignoring transit deaths is a price not paid. No love for humanity, no justice in sight, In the bus driver's shadows, victims take flight.
A request for laws, unheard, unseen, A governor's claim, cold and keen. No priority for bus safety's sake, Injustice prevails, and the victims ache.
In the pandemic's grip, a crisis profound, NJ Transit's negligence, a silent sound. Deaths ignored, victims betrayed, A fight for justice, in shadows, laid.
Humanity cries, justice is sought, In transit's darkness, a battle is fought. Injustice anywhere, a threat to us all,
A mother's plea, a relentless call.
© [2024] Naomi Johnson. All rights reserved. This poem, "Transit Tragedy: A Mother's Cry for Justice," is the intellectual property of Naomi Johnson-Soulality. It may not be reproduced, distributed, transmitted, or otherwise used in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the copyright owner. Unauthorized use or reproduction of this work is strictly prohibited and may result in legal action.
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