BY GLORIA O’KOYE
Lady Justice was never blindfolded
She looked at one side with favour
Gave the other her backside
With a pinch of
Side eyes.
Too many awaiting trials,
Dismissed for reasons we notice
Yet won’t address fully
Like humans were made flawless
To look past
The skin tones that make us different
Rage consumes with all that’s unanswered.
Where guilty walks free
While innocent wait
Praying they’ll avoid disasters
Privilege speaks in volumes
In such low frequencies
Maybe that’s why The Law
Looks past certain cases
Only those that this world
Deemed as animals can pick up
Unwanted messages
Maybe selling CDs
Reaching for a wallet
Equals to
Threat postures
Maybe jogging
Fits the description
Maybe paying
For juice and candy
Somehow
In some way,
Formed weapons
Of mass destruction
Maybe
Just maybe
The skin that was kissed by sunrays
Birthed stories of origin
Passed down
To descendants that will carry on
Of the torch
Holding a legacy name
Was enough reason?
To lay motionless
Enough reason
For those who played as defence
To say
All they did was to
Protect and Serve
They feared for their life
So they had no choice
But to act out on self defence
A reason
That we all heard
Tired
Exhausted
Marching and chanting
Being unheard
Our fallen
Shall Not
Be forgotten
All we can do
Is to
NOT
Allow our fallen
To be forgotten
Even if we have to
Wrap Lady Justice eyes
With linen soaked in hot resin
So our fallen
Would be heard
And NOT
Be forgotten
