but you close your eyes…

but you close your eyes...

everybody knows
there ain’t no equal justice
those with money
use the law for protection
those without serious cash
are who they’re protected from
the law is mostly
a contract with the wealthy
to protect and serve
their personal needs and wants
while offering to the poor
a convoluted promise
like the biblical ones
where heaven’s a real reward
so too is justice
set forth as attainable
though neither one of the two
has ever been proven true

impressionism…

impressionism

as the rusted
chains of belief
anchor truth
to the bottom
on the seabed
of despair
evil
moves
down
main street
with strong strides
never
diverting its eyes
from the prize
a mind
willing to accept
the smelted
and
refined
ether
of the divine
now
cast into
a golden calf
those
neatly bound pages
of man’s perceptions
of god’s
law

as you wish…

digital decoupage cwmartin 2012

the shattered bones
of our forefathers
can be found
beneath
the foundations
and
railways
of this country
their dreams
ground into the mortar
used to bond
the bricks of greed
forming the halls
of blind justice
where
descendants
are ushered through
to steal
what is left
of their pride
as
a small token
of
society’s appreciation
for
their forefathers’ sacrifice
those
demanding equality
will be given
their
day in court
but
it will not matter
all
shall be buried
in the shallow grave
of deceit