Stay? No stay.
3/5? Perhaps less.
Miscarriage? Worse, execution.
Stillborn within me, I find indescribable emotion
Lying wait for the mercy of man.
Boiling. Seething. Feeling…
In a post-racial
Era eclipsed by illusions of justice, empathy, or righteousness.
Time and time again, I’m left asking
Answers to address “destiny”.
When man decides the fate of who stays, and
who will expire?
Men wrought with
Haunting emotions, and
Erasable scars of
Premature and wrongful visits by their dispensation of death’s sting.
Is it only in death that love will be reunited, one with another?
Until then, sisters, mothers, brothers, and children wail with bellyaching sorrow.
No room for redress?
I beg, believing still, that my God will intervene.
But my prayers fell like heavy rain on fallen leaves,
Only to evaporate and be
Consumed by a vicious cycle of news spin, new news, and eroded sensibilities.
Written for Troy Davis.
DOD: 9/21/2011, 11:08pm (EST)