Poem 28

Who is looking for justice?
Is it under a rock rooted under dirt?
Is it on the west side of Cleveland?
Ferguson? Baltimore?
Where have they hidden it all these years? 
We marched for justice…who stole it from us?
Did the people have it?
Is this a trap?
Why?

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About monalisasrandomthoughts

I craft people poems. I laugh out-loud. I love all things. Everything is about order. My movements are chess. Everything to me calculates. I just look like this.
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