Murder

I've been thinking about this a lot--no, I'm not planning on killing anyone--but what it means. What it implies. When someone stands accused for murder, the people could care less about the why, no, they only care about the justice. But where is the justice, if the accused is automatically, in the eyes of the world, guilty? Is this not America? Do we not believe in equality and innocence until proven guilty?
Ah, but this is America, land of false pretenses. Land of fame, fortune, and quick answers. Oh, sure, we are all gungho about the Constitution, the very essence of our country, but that does not quell the human need for quick answers and assumed honesty. We want to believe that the killer has been caught and stands before us, want to believe that by putting away this person we are safe. So we do. We need only look at Casey Anthony's trial, accused for the murder of her own child, to see how angry people got when she was released. When justice, whether we believe it or not, prevailed.

Speaking of which, what is justice? Is it an idea? A belief? Who are we to say what is just? Who are we to deliver such justice?

We aren't Superman, Spiderman, the Fantastic Four, or Cat Woman. We aren't characters in a film. So who are we, to decide what is right and just?

On a side note, did you know that murder also means a flock or group of crows?