The Heartbroken Crawl Toward Justice, a poem

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Sometimes, I feel

the brokenhearted crawl

toward justice

footsteps on wet pavement

as the guttural sound of loss

rumbles in the streets.

Another one gunned down

Another one on the ground

while witnesses steal themselves

behind shuttered walls

hidden from view.

I did not see…

I did not see nothing

is the current wail

amid the sound

of victims crying

the gurgling sound

as they choke

on their last breaths,

until there is silence

amid the roar of passing cars

across dirty streets.

The sirens wail in the distance

they cannot fail to find the victim

surrounded now by passersby

whispering innuendos

beneath yellowed streetlights.

The strong arm of the law

looks in all directions

every looming shadow

requires a dissection

as if you are guilty

by the sin that made you

find home upon these streets.

Another one gunned down

Another one on the ground

while witnesses steal themselves

they look in the other direction

pretend they did not see.

And some may see them –

walking around

acting tough

acting loud –

you don’t scare me

but deep inside,

their heart cries for justice

but next time,

it could be me…

The resounding wail

begins to repeat itself –

I did not see…

I did not see nothing.

 

© Sumyanna 2017
Fabulous image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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4 Comments Add yours

  1. Absolutely fantastic👏👏👏👍👌

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    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you very much!

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  2. leigha66 says:

    So sad but true.

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