The Hall of Justice

For Trayvon

We enter their sanctuary
this space unsullied
by our cries and groans
of subjugation
This place pristine
and pure
of us
kneeling we kiss the hood
we tenderly embrace the blindfold
lift it from her eyes. . .
and draw back in horror
and finally
the truth that was
always there
that her hollow orbs
are filled with maggots
her breath
the sepulchral fog
of a rotting corpse
blood-stained tears
stream down our cheeks
as we beseech God
asking Him
What path?
What road?
What journey
For justice


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