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