rage.... <br />against the stench, <br />injustice on rampage, <br />by the hands <br />of a would be god! <br />morality bartered, <br />righteousness tainted. <br />the system swallows, <br />souls disappear! <br /> <br />those that enforce, <br />and those that send... <br />above the law, <br />without question or cost. <br />justice defined by color, <br />by possessions, by privilege. <br />while poverty rapes, <br />and despair sings in chorus. <br /> <br />the backs bent neath the blow, <br />the brows marked by the whip. <br />the spirits marked by prisons <br />that count dollars and change. <br />while the dark shadows dress <br />in gold trinkets and silk, <br />raise their voices at mass, <br />and deficate on the altar! <br /> <br />rage... <br />the broken fingers <br />of the beaten and broken, <br />fumble with the latch <br />of the door!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rage-59/
