lady justice

This poem is about police brutality. I felt it was appropriate with the especially upsetting miscarriages of justice in the news recently. I took inspiration from Langston Hughes’ “Justice.”

It is known that lady justice is blind,

but I wonder – can she hear?

Can she hear the bullets

pierce yet another body?

Can she hear the roars of grief

that ring out throughout the land, seeking answers?

 

It is known that lady justice is blind,

but I wonder – can she smell?

Can she smell the blood,

as it leaks into the streets

and out of the ruptured soul of a nation?

Can she smell the fear and rage

that builds up,

over yet another betrayal?

 

It is known that lady justice is blind,

but I wonder – can she taste?

Can she taste the blood

that drips from another one of her charges?

Can she taste the sweat that drips down a person of color’s face

as they see flashing lights in the rear view mirror; her sentinels?

 

It is known that lady justice is blind,

but I wonder – can she touch?

Can she reach out and console those

whose loved ones were cut down?

Can she caress and heal the wounds

that were cruelly inflicted?

 

It is known that lady justice is blind.

 

 

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Author: El Burro

A leftist factory worker who dreams of being a writer.

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