While justice eats greedy, the most deserving end up needy

infuriating those who want it, and know it is greatly needed

The scales are unbalanced, yet unchallenged

Bars lock souls with keys God does not manage

Those same keys lock doors to the closets of injustice

that hold the skeletons of Justice’s miscarriages

The hunt is for young Black prey targeted without warrant

We pray that Justice gets full from this feed of torment

While society, with all its ills at the forefront, remains dormant

This unspoken pain is written in our souls and scripted in our history

erasing our faith in a system that has no empathy

no sympathy, and no regard for the community

Absolutely corrupted power

When 50 shots fill the air

somebody was wrong that hour

The echoes of another sad song devoured

“Justice” has again reared its ugly head

in the form of a verdict

that immediately lowers heads

but heightens minds with a purpose.

For Sean Bell.