Willful Fearful Justice Blind

 

Willful Fearful Justice Blind

I’m afraid to know how many gay men & women are raped in prison as a reward for smoking a little pot.

A semblance of human dignity implied in Justice’s high held chin…still, what about the blind, the deaf, the disabled, the queer, the lot.

Another bit of knowledge I fear to know while struggling to follow her herstory, her duty, the interpretations of her plot.

Our “Justice” can no longer be blind when generations of shades of brown are lost & by a formula & boxed to rot.

Though Justice wasn’t born blind she was made so by the tying of a knot.

At courthouses from L.A to Alabama we see her statue clear as day while her scales blow in the political wind…unbalanced, they teeter & tot.

We The People are aware that blindfolds can be removed letting her finally see that her scales have been stripped of their counter-weight.

The counter coins were snatched by an epidemic I’ve heard my brother dare name…wealth addiction & it’s sad that those sickest-those junkies- call shots that we don’t belay.

They fear our realization of power, that we’ll take away their candy…They fear us writing our coin in code so accountability can finally be handy.

But We Are the Poeple, not subjects & serfs & the old paper that rules us is actually ours to enforce.

Not by militia or violence or war but by the “Power Invested” in Everyone’s Voice.

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