In Jersey's Heart: A Mother's
Relentless
Call for Justice
In
Jersey's heart, a mother's plea,
Her
only son was lost tragically.
NJ
Transit and Coach USA,
in
the spotlight's glare,
A
deadly driver, despair laid bare.
Pandemic
struggles, no aid in sight,
Her
son's soulful light was gone, in transit's night.
Naomi’s
neurological damage from Bloomfield's chase,
Her
days were now dark, an empty space.
A
driver is cruel, corners fast,
A
tragic cost, shadows cast.
A
mother mourns, alone in grief,
No
justice found, no relief.
Emails
sent, unheard, unread,
A
mother's pain, her heart like lead.
Justice
sought, yet turned away,
In
the pandemic's gloom, she stands each day.
Governor's
indifference, laws ignored,
Transit
victim's cries outpour.
Injustice
reigns, a silent sound,
A
fight for justice, nowhere found.
In
shadows deep, a battle is fought,
Humanity
cries, and justice is sought.
A
relentless call, a mother's pain,
In
Jersey's heart, where grief remains.
By Naomi Johnson
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