Blind Justice

by Daryl E. Horton

She stands there
Weighing my life in both hands
A cloth covers her eyes
While she tries to see the truth between two men
The scale tilts
Leaning to one side
But for who?
Blind eyes canít see a lie
And further more
Should she be the one making the choice?
The eyes may not see
But her ears can hear the slang in my voice
Is Justice truly blind?
Or does she just prefer to ignore
The truth in a man
Whose country his back bore
My sweat! My blood!
Sun beaten man receiving no respect
Whips rip into my skin, scale tilts
Rope tightens around my neck
I dangle
I kick
But the scale
It still tilts
Can a black man
Receive a fair decision?
Blind Justice
Is there not enough of my people in prison?
I speak loud
And I plead
Justice! remove that cloth
And see the truth in me
The scale tilts
The rope tugs
The whips that rip into my back
Draw forth more blood
So I speak no more
I revert to waving my fist
Now Iíll only ask once more
Before the beatings commence.

Blind Justice byDaryl E. Horton

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