Some body in a white car with more than bells and whistles,
stopped by that house today, served at least one of them some paper,
I would say.

Read Isaiah and Jeremiah and the Proverbial, it begins to
make sense, I do not have to be tense, trust His Plan, I ask
why was he, next door, so calm?

The other day she came home with flowers, and a smile,
she may be having a child? she looks so at peace, accepting,
that she may go to trial for their crime?

While he continues to walk free, it is a mystery
of the unsolved to me, her sacrifice for their choice
and style of life?

Lord help me, no really, help me to pray so I do not
try to understand. The injustice I see...