A grieving Mum has asked us to share this poignant poem anonymously, capturing her deep pain and sense of helplessness and injustice, following the tragic loss of her daughter in a road crash.

On the 437th day of waiting for my child’s killer to be charged

The law doesn’t care about evil.
The law doesn’t care about pain.
The law doesn’t care that my little girl
Will never see daylight again

The law doesn’t care if I’m screaming,
In anger and grief and in shame
At a man who is less than a mile from my door –
They won’t even tell me his name.

He came, and he killed, and he left us
Bereft in a world with no sun.
He never said sorry or showed his remorse,
I can only assume he has none.

The law took her body away then,
And broke what there was left to break.
And strangers did vile things, and wrote it all down,
And said it was for her own sake.

They said he was “not some big criminal” –
It will take just as long as it takes.
But I have been waiting for over a year –
Unknowing is heavy, and aches.

To the Crown I am just a taxpayer,
And he is another, no doubt.
But he opened the gate up to hell on that day
And through him pure torment came out.

The law doesn’t care if it’s broken.
It’s simply the rules of a game.
That takes so long to play there’s no winning;
Nobody to answer my claim.

They think that it’s none of my business,
But I feel like it’s none of theirs.
I need to confront him, but they’re in my way
And I don’t feel that anyone cares.

Updated on: 26 September 2024