ain’t no breaking news
the same crimes are committed
over and over again
and the dead
still ain’t gonna get justice
for how do you give justice
to the dead
when their ashes are blown in the wind
to new crime scenes
while
those with blood on their hands
dine out on plush patios
wanting the wind to die down
for there’s
too much
dust
in the air
once baptized
with time
all
previous crimes
are to be forgotten
offenses of morality
are
washed away
and
we are encouraged
to
forgive
forgiveness
society’s masquerade
the transubstantiation
of
immoral acts
into
the divine law
of
man
so
unjust deaths
from
prejudice
religious intolerance
and
corporate profit taking
are to be seen
as
purified
by
the passage of time
politicos say
we must
forget
transgressions
in order
to move forward
but
forgiveness
is impossible
when
standing
among
the graves
of those
who died
for
the illusion
of
justice
we are the people
and if you invent new laws
we will not follow
if you reject women’s rights
we will not follow
if gender roles offend you
we will not follow
if decisions are racist
we will not follow
if you aid and abet crime
we will not follow
if power’s your only goal
we will not follow
if our voices go unheard
we will not follow
what we do follow makes law
we’re the final judges
believed in truth as a means to justice but i was wrong believed that truth would reveal itself with time but once again i was wrong believed that truth could never die but with a deep sigh i must admit i was wrong
if injustice’s dead would rise
and once again have human eyes
so they could find their oppressors
calling them out by name
we’d have to rewrite the history books
with stones of doubt stuffed into a backpack the journey begins emotions on uneven footing at first there’s a willingness to step over shattered expectations then comes compromising on the path to be taken traveling in darkness instead of the light small clearings from chaos give a false sense of hope but soon brambles of hate and injustice narrow the aimless course days become nights nights become sadness sadness becomes an eternity
non random acts of violence are framed by the government as the exception to policy such unconstitutional behavior would of course not be tolerated by the senate but in this instance for national security reasons all semblance of humanity and logic had to be eliminated and although national security is currently at flood stage or perhaps beyond that level national security excuses continue to flow oh by the way waders are currently on sale at gear chase
Modified Justice Statue Iran: From Wikimedia Commons
empty pages embossed with invisible ink pages that blisters when hate’s heat of reality is applied and another mother’s son lies bleeding along a city street warm blood fuels the fires so the words no justice appears upon the page
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