An Immature Overture

Making a move,
an attempt at being smooth,
a pass so rude,
nothing else is remembered.
A denial,
a claim at a pretrial
for a crimeless guile,
a character dismembered,
yet facts show
the real offense didn't go
unnoticed in the flow
of the grind of life.
That gross overture
made so immature,
a disgusting, tasteless nature
to only add unneeded strife,
but the prevailing of justice
to justify all of us,
to end all the fuss,
to return order to the world around
allows us now to go forward
without another word
of how this incident turned
into a devastating truth found.