To fit within society
For many a contortion
A tension anxiety
We find ourselves in torsion
Tweaked by our polarities
Try to maintain proportion
Spend less time upon our knees
As we scramble for our portion
Some would advance
Upon other’s decline
Such arrogance
Is seldom benign
One’s circumstance
Must another define
The furtherance
Of the will to malign
The strident stance
Upon the thin blue line
More malfeasance
As corruptions align
Intolerance
And lawmakers combine
Inelegance
A systemic design
Fiefdoms finance
Through collection of fine
Gamed governance
To the black hole consign
The relevance
We no longer enshrine
Through ignorance
Innocence too confine
With acceptance
As blame we assign
Continuance
Systematic decline

Law is poorly served in justice
Based upon distortion
Don’t call it a miscarriage
When it’s clearly an abortion
Abortion of justice
We will get our daze in court
Extortion adjust us
We abide while they distort
Contortion to bust us
Melanin makes guilty sort
Small portion for just us
Justice systems do abort
In the deep south where they drawl
While referrin’ to ya’ all
Talking loud and walking tall
Texan virtue they extol
Racism and alcohol
Ever searching for a brawl
Engines revving brains on stall
Egos huge but IQs small
When answering duty’s call
It’s among the poor they trawl
So far down to make them crawl
Demands little wherewithal
Every black man to befall
Legal system’s hooded pall
Or poor fucker that they sprawl
Tase to transport to the hall
Of law where the crimes appall
Justice gagged against the wall
Someone has to take the fall
The system needs an overhaul
Law is poorly served in justice
Based upon distortion
Don’t call it a miscarriage
When it’s clearly an abortion
Abortion of justice
We will get our daze in court
Extortion adjust us
We abide while they distort
Contortion to bust us
Melanin makes guilty sort
Small portion for just us
Justice systems do abort
It was dark I could not see
The face was oh so shadowy
Blade made it too hard to flee
They all look alike to me
Not white punk on a crime spree
Drifter lacking charity
Sociopathology
Death row knows no liberty
Random held in custody
Black man lined up hands not free
Prompted for identity
They all look alike to me
Convicted by mendacity
Modern form of slavery
Injustice the certainty
We all look alike to me
Abortion of justice
It’s disorder in the court
Distortion, just trust us
When tall tales come up short
Proportion combust us
Deformed in the form of tort
Distortions disgust us
Court where criminals consort
Justice does not miscarry
Blindly allocating doom
It is freedom that we bury
Ripping justice from the womb

© 2012