In the house of judgment
Stands the statue of Libra
And there also stands
A man in a suit
and polished black shoes

Beside him,
A black man in his thirties
With clothes wrinkled and unclean,
but pure within.

The hammer strikes;
The battle begins
To defend a black man
confined by society’s chains
because of white’s vain

The hammer strikes;
The battle ends
All pieces of truth,
shred by lies
and poisoned with vice

Beside him,
The black man is shackled
with chains on his hands
and chains on his life.

In the house of judgment
Stands the statue of Libra
with a balance on its hand, balanced.
But when the man in the suit
looks once again

                                                        The balance tilts more
                                                                                          to the other side.