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ShadowRider Senior Member
since 2001-07-14
Posts 1038USA 
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Trial Alone in a room of judges and peers with a table separating laws from sin Trenchant defender calls himself seer with a gaveling jolt, the trial begins. Man and woman, each became judge reviewing facts extolled from side mouth 5 ton denial; the accused wouldn't budge when justice was a game still flying south. They saw his color; they imagined a crime Heedless to his suffering from slight When tests have results of prejudice sublime then afflictions of bias begin to take sight. Only a mother gave testament to truth an alibi to a crime came from family word repudiated flatly in slanted witness booth theorems of dishonesty seen but not heard. If you come to gamble bring buckets of cash and don't sit at the table if your color is dark The affluent raises antes, as truth becomes ash intolerance trumps justice when fairness is stark They led him away, to a predestined fate Like a stone idol, he will sit soulless in cell No heaven on earth for men born too late A sin of dusk color, has just damned him to hell. |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 WOW!!! This is emotionally powerful, sweet friend, I too think sometimes the judicial system can be so bewildering and can determine fate in such ways! (big hugggsssss) We all love you so much, sweet friend, BRAVO!!! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet friend, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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amusemi Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1262A State of Disarray |
unfortunate. and sad. maybe we can learn from these mistakes and see beyond.  |
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ShadowRider Senior Member
since 2001-07-14
Posts 1038USA |
Thank you, Noah. Some trials are not all held in court, but they are tried in the court of public pre-perception. It's a pity, isn't it? Hi Kat! Wisdom is simply not repeating past mistakes: of ourselves and what we see of others. Hey, did I hear right? 4 dad-blamed inches of snow your way? Shoot, 'speriencing a heat wave here: 40 degrees! I realize this poem was sort of long, twisted, but I appreciate so much you taking the time to absorb it. You both are good people! Thankx! tSR |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
ShadowRider - powerful words written here, and very forceful. Well done... BC |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Yes. "If you come to gamble bring buckets of cash and don't sit at the table if your color is dark The affluent raises antes, as truth becomes ash intolerance trumps justice when fairness is stark" Sadly, 'tis too often the bare naked truth. We should all be color blind, or perhaps just blind. Could we then see the truth more clearly? |
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peaches73533 Senior Member
since 2001-11-04
Posts 981OK, USA |
Your message is spoken loud and clear.Too many times the judicial system is preset for what it sees fit.This is a very strong and powerful write. Peaches |
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