For Stefan Kiszko
And always the silent smell
Of music follows
Each time his name is mentioned
Never justice,
Covered in ignored pleadings
With pinpointed accuracy
Constantly kicking
The ladder away
From his freedom
Evidence suppressed and misplaced
For 16 years
In cross currents
Of ignored medical reports
Miscarrying justice
And innocence
Constantly brushed
Under the carpets
Drawn back on curtains
Across hospitals
And your bedroom upon release
Which eventually killed you
A terrible crime
With two victims.
(This poem is in memory off Stefan Ivan Kiszko (24 March 1952 – 23 December 1993), who served 16 years in prison after he was wrongly convicted of assault and murder of Lesley Molseed. His ordeal was described by one MP as "the worst miscarriage of justice of all time” Kiszko was released in 1992 after forensic evidence showed that he could not have committed the murder. He tragically died in December 1993 shortly afterwards)
joe kozarzewski
Tue 11th Nov 2014 09:55
I knew the family vaguely, as I used to pass their 'eccentric' house on my way to work in the sixties. The house had a shop window front which was filled with every variety of cactus [cacti?]I occasionally used to see Stefan himself, although we weren't on first name terms. He was somewhat of an 'oddball' which is probably why he was targeted by the deeply corrupted police force at the time. They were responsible for hiding Cyril Smiths crimes, and the people who battered Stefan into a confession got early retirement!!!! His mother died 6 months after of 'a broken heart' Afterwards I used to think that what happened to him could have happened to me as I felt 'picked on' myself a few times by unfriendly coppers!