Judgment Call!

by Catherinebutterfly

Dedicated to :Judge Donald Zuidmulder

Their Judgment Call!

Said it all

When I stepped forward

And asked why

They told me a hell of a lie.


Then that ole lawyer said to me, "be grateful

We didn't sentence him to die"

When they sentenced my son

A part of me died.

A part of me yet cries

Especially since there was so many lies


He'd served his time

For what he'd done

But hate lives

In the little town

And Hate didn't want my son around


His past never died.

Yet they held him there until they.

Could get him for something new

He had served time.

Given to him

But that wasn't enough they was out to kill him.


They wouldn't let him leave

They wouldn't let him work

They wouldn't let him walk the street

They promised him he would never be free

Not caring they carried out their plot in rehashing

The black man's history..

There actions left nothing as a mystery


They made him beholden unto them.

Until they could do what they had promised to him


Their thing was to lock him up,

Throw away the key,

Give him a sentence whereas he'd never be free.

When they locked him up they locked up me.

They stole one of my babies from me.

As if they placed a knife into my heart

Those poor pitiful folks ripped me from the inside out

Judgment Call! by Catherinebutterfly

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