Sunday, April 22, 2012

From Poetic Asides:  "For today’s prompt, write a judging poem. This is a poem that could be judging others, or it is a poem being judged...."

sanford, fl, and son

armed with skittles of mass destruction
an improvised explosive device of iced tea
a razor sharp mobile phone
he didn’t stand a chance
against your trigger happy
sense of entitlement
loaded with bullets.
(ask anyone)
when you chase someone
you don’t know
he will run.

you say your dreams
are haunted by hoodies
police photos of you
unscathed
nine one one calls
laced with cries for help
the nightly news
haunted by freedom after having
extinguished a life.
(ask anyone)
even your dreams
know you’re
guilty.


1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Powerful truth..

April 23, 2012 at 8:25 AM  

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