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Jul 2013
One is alive the other is dead
First one's the lie,
the other was not heard,
don't go to F State,
don't let your kids out at night
     unless they can outrun a bullet.

you know
you are
in a bad
way when
that       happens.

So a jury of his, fears
the truth, because
a lie was told,
an investigation botched,
what else could six people do,
you might want to rethink that law
or orange state might pitch and yaw,
to get through
this, imbalanced scales, lifted high
while peeking from behind the fold
with one eye,

but have her ears gone deaf,
then every voice rise to speak,
because one voice was not heard.

cold-heart
Ice Just In
twisted inside out and backwards,
you might figure it out.

No, no, no, no, no, no
social justice
can fix
Ice Just In,
I don't want to do this
and stay polite,
wrong is wrong,
who stood for the others' rights?

Fortune is already there,
fame and a book tour,
no time to spare, oh
don't look for blessings
       ya'll were messing
with one of God's innocents.

don't you just hate it when one
person can make a whole state
look bad?  And don't call him a patriot.
From a place that is an aggregate,
                    how can this happen?

This just so complicated,
really the systems are implicated,
so many walk away brushing
the dust off their clothes, like
here was a waste of time.
I guess I could have been more figurative
Ottar
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