An Injustice

This is about a murdering SOB who finally got caught, and of one man convicted for the SOB's crimes.

An Injustice

 

After a man’s chains are crushed to fine powder

The criminal hides behind a veil of time,

The hounds, terriers, and sheep dogs could bark no louder

Despite backyard shell of a black man’s crime.

For liberty, sweet Miss Billie can enshrine

Beyond the desert sand, or Swordie’s poor hand

Still she’s braced, that smile on her face for us to replace

Accusations and convictions of her man.

 

Joe’s life in ruin, his heart is not a fuel pump

His old Jimmy limps beside the dark man’s rage,

Found guilty, his lawyer mere justice’s chump.

Grain and cheese with backyard chickens in a cage,

Another man’s crime raises a lump in the rump,

Stumped by the dark man’s grime and a rich man’s wage

A murderer’s rage, a rapist’s sordid rhyme,

Sets the stage, turns the page to God’s vengeance design.

 

SR Urie

 

Reviews

[Lorraine]

I feel like this poem has a background story that sets it in motion. You have a strong and passionate writing style that goes beyond superficial wordings. Good Poem.

Keep Writing. ^___^

[x]

This write drips with passion yet the story is not clear to me. Overall, I enjoyed the hint of the tale and could feel the writer pour himself into this but somewhere in the midst of the rage and clenched fists, the full and complete story was lost on me.