Dedicated to :Judge Donald Zuidmulder
Not a one was his peers, not one had proof
For the first time in my life
A blind woman would tell
What a man of color looked like in the dark,
Hell waits her blind darken heart.
But I saw the same faces.
They never answered a question I did ask
the lawyer had all the answer theories but no facts
Including why there were no fingerprints
He said the garbage man had gotten rid of that.
I asked who the finger prints found belonged to.
He said this was none of my business
Just be grateful they donít belong to you.
I wanted so badly to tell him what he could do
But not yet, not yet that wasnít a thing I could do.
So many Mother that day stood around
Listening to the judge as his gravel went down
Not many of us could cry, no tears would
Come from our eyes. As that old deviant judged
Sentences us mothers to die.
That dark day in May, June, and July.
They stole our sonís lives
They killed us as sure as they pulled the trigger
In the load gun they held at our hearts
With that thing they called a mouth a lie came forward
They declared themselves a god
Tears once more fall
Time have relapsed
In all of our minds
All of us mothers knew without a doubt
What was to take place
We each had warned out children about this place
For the rest of our lives we will hear
What the devil said, and the juror did do