Judgment Call! Three

by Catherinebutterfly

Dedicated to :Judge Donald Zuidmulder

The families were told their son was dead

While we was told they’d never come home
Never again would they sleep on their own bed


Theses are the things that the judge said.

These are the things that we mothers knew

These things our children would never again do.


Different situations

Different cases

Different occasions

But I saw the same faces.

Us Mothers sat in those court rooms
We pulled together the best we could
No words were said

There was no more crying

No more screaming inside,

We were dying.

As the demonic justice system

Went to dinner, to different high pollution clubs

To play golf they threw us all off

A lot was said when they took my son

They took him and locked him up

Because we didn’t have no funds.


But my son isn’t dead,

 Yet I am dying

And according to

The unjust law he’d never again lie upon

His bed,

His sentences ranged loud in my head

They didn’t say dead but it sound so near

So clear, that they had stolen

From me someone so dear.


Apart of me died that day

When they took my son away.

For something, that someone else said.

No proof provided for anything they said

Accept he’d a record of long ago

Those white folks did not have to hear no more.

Judgment Call! Three by Catherinebutterfly

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