Scars from your agonizing batons
Ruthlessly hound my bruised silence.
Fate’s dust has settled on my rights
Your peers enforced lynching laws
Carved on your walls an illusion reads,
Burden of proof exonerates innocence.
As stereotypical prints kiss evidence,
History predicts systematic iniquities
The Rumors behind her lavish lifestyle
Rationalize her predetermined rulings.
Blinded to only half of the rainbow,
Lady Justice operates a court of flaws.
Future weeps, her babies slaughtered.
Minds languish on clock’s short hand.
Anomic guiding stars seek tour guides.
A mysterious moon wanes incessantly.
"I have the right to remain silent not the right to be silenced."
Rapadoo,
