An American: Who am I, What am I, Where am I?

The assassination of Troy Davis proves that in America:
It’s every man, woman, and child for themselves.
It doesn’t matter if you are black, white or indifferent.
If you don’t have appropriate representation, you are as good as dead.

The American Injustice system is flawed without a shawdow of a doubt.
The beings that operate within it, rule with ego, isms, and are illogical.
Isn’t Law the very discipline that hones the mind to be logical and rational?
Where is the logic in refuting a man a fair trial when the evidence is for the defense?

I have been bushwhacked, bamboozled, hoodwinked; Living in Candy Land.
To think the promise of America was bent towards justice; my head buried in the sand.
Where is the God in killing an innocent man?
Doesn’t the earth and wind bend under this demand?

The injustice of a system which cries out hope, but doesn’t deliver.
It’s like the veins of government are shot up with dope.
The US killed an innocent person, thus no reason to be sunny and bright.
How did they let this happen? Why didn’t they protest in the night?

Stop all the complaining. You can’t bring him back!
The US is WE. WE let this happen. SCREAM!!!
I don’t know what to do. I turn left…I turn right.
Trying to right wrong, paddling up a stream without a boat or a float.

Trying to stay alive in Babylon, say word mon?
Trying to deny the falling of the sun.
In the midst of it all, when the smoke clears…
WE, the children of the night whimper, scream and fight – each other…

No rest in the struggle. It’s apparent and clear.
Those who care must not stop until justice is here.
We must heal fast. Too much work to do in pain.
To wash my tears away; Lord, I wish it would rain.

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~ by Abeni El-Amin on September 26, 2011.