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Tor Green Mar 2017
If justice is based on class or the color of ones skin, we have no justice;
If justice is based on personal relations or how we can win, we have no justice;
If justice is based on power and a smooth grin, we have no justice;
If justice is not for all and just for a few friends, we have no justice;

"Injustice" ~ TG
Kelly Miller Mar 2017
My eyes are the things that should let you know what is wrong when my tongue keeps clicking and popping yet no words can come.

POP
CLICK

I can not speak.
My eyes are just like my mouth when anxiety comes crawling in a few minutes after I have spoken to my ******.
My eyes burn and itch from irritation from attempting to scratch out the memories of my mother.
The times she has left me alone
The times she would always hit my sister
The times she would do anything to get her way
The times she has tried to apologize for but no.
NO.
NO.
NO.

CLICK

I can only speak in words that rhyme with depression because that is the only thing my mind can come to think of.
Depression speaks in words… but I can not.
My hands are like clocks which never stop and time just keeps going on and on forever until I see him.
Until I see the person that has caused me to flinch when touched.
The person that has caused me to have trust issues.
The person that has made loving someone hard.

POP
POP

Shaking means I am thinking about him and the things he has done
So I guess I must always be thinking about the torture he has put me through.

Why didn’t you try to run
Why didn’t you
Why didn’t you
Why didn’t you
Why didn’t you simply fight back?”

Your definition of simply is like trying to tell pink from blue.
My definition of simply is like trying to smash two objects together but eventually break.

My words mean nothing because my eyes can’t speak
They can’t leave that memory
They can’t stop thinking
Think.
Think.
Think!
Think!

CLICK
CLICK
CLICK

“W­hy didn’t you just… fight back?”
VOICE OVER: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5edDIBHpRFs
Graff1980 Feb 2017
We sad strangers have stood idly by
Watching people suffering
Brown skin Muslims rounded up
While waterboard artists play cover up
Unmanned missile launching drone
Blow up innocent bystanders homes
Justice is just a joke’s simple guise
To promote social inequality
Worthless warfare idiot warriors
Public figures probably figure
Were just sheep cow toe to heroes
Noble sacrifices will quiet riots
Justifying all of those lies
Can’t call a soldier on his crimes
Well then string up the general
Written 2011
I am getting real tired of this cycle that rotates back to the same hate.
At the top of the pile,
***, Drugs, Parties and Pampering.

At the bottom of the heap,
Disease, Prison, Debauchery and Punishment.

At the top of the Ego,
*******, Model, Heartthrob and Princess.

For having Ego like they do,
Gangster, *****, Repugnant and Scandalous.

* It is amazing to see,
how these social standards work.
For only THEY can be,
ones who receive these perks.

People of low I.Q., poor looks or appearance, mental health issues, deformity, obesity or poverty have virtually no chance in the criminal justice system all while the most criminally-natured are the psychopaths controlling the justice system. When you get to Heaven make sure to ask Jesus why God preferred things this way.
Veronika Jan 2017
White jeep
That's where I hurt your head and you cried to your mum
The same one that my grandad crashed
The mafia wanted to exchange me for money
I didn't understand

I found a gun in the kitchen draw
It was pretty cool

And someone's wheels rode over my mums knee
They planned to throw her off the bridge
But she woke up  

And two men made an offer with two angry dogs on their side  
A deal went wrong and they took her dignity
Afterward they threw her on the steps like trash
Francie Lynch Jan 2017
Of course,
Of course we misunderstood
That somethings bad
Are someone's good.

I was standing in the open,
Feeling spirits broken,
Fearing the unspoken.
I should run for cover now.

These times are surely falling,
My shades are halfway down,
The locks are frozen,
My hands are cold,
There's a fire inside and it's taking hold.

Soon the terms were meted,
The losers greeted
Like old comrades in arms.

It started up again;
Begins as it began,
And I'm standing in the open,
I'm mad for cover again.
The Calm Dec 2016
400 years America ,
For 400 years America, we've been playing this game of cat and mouse, and for 400 years America, you refuse to give us the keys to the house.
For 400 years America , we've been asking to be free, and for 400 years America , you sat there and you promised me, all the freedom I could ask for , for just a small fee

For 400 years America , we've been paying that small fee in sweat, tears and blood
For over 400 years America, we have witnessed the flood, from the storm clouds that burst in a black mother's eyes. The Storm that rages in her heart as she cries. The Lightening that strikes her heart as she watches her son bleed as he dies.
For over  400 years America , we've had to watch our people bleed , for over 400 years America , you've literally scorched and scathered and destroyed our seed.

For over 400 years America our sons, daughters, fathers , mothers have bled and for over 400 years tear after tear was shed
The flags that represent you, makes you free . But the same flags that represent you, doesn't represent me. The flag that represents words that say"all men are created equal" considered me an animal and there seemed to never be a sequel.

400 years later and still "no refuge can save, the hireling and slave from the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave" I am not blind, don't need a stick or a stave, I am not foolish, I see the road that you have paved America!

For over 400 years, America, My brothers and sisters have fought for your pride
We carried your rifles, we lifted your flag and still you were snide
For over 400 years America, for you battles we've won
400 year later you still point your gun

It's been 400 years America, Gotdammit I am not a slave
I want my rights and you will not tell me how to behave!
You've always had freedom white man, and you don't know how bad I crave! that my kids grow up in freedom and for that I'll be brave to the grave. Even if it kills me, I will not let the color of my skin decide whether or not I win. I will not you let, America, and your adulterous, heinous sin control me and the condition I am in

400 years later America, and you act like you still don't know their names
400 years later America and you still plea ignorance, you don't feel their pains
Emmit Till, Trayvon Martin, Freddie Gray
These are some of the lives from us you took away
400 years later and you still make us pay
and that's not okay....
To you slavery was yesterday and we should shout free at last?
To you the last police shooting was last week, we shouldn't riot,  it's in the past, You want us white washed but we can't shake the scars from centuries in a caste

Freedom isn't free, but I still believe, I still believe that someday my eyes will see, all nations, all skin colors under one tree, connected to one vine, to the divine
The Calm Dec 2016
Dear Homeless man
I see you standing there alone
Empty and probably hopeless with no place to call home

The winter cold breathe's on you it's icy kiss
It adds to the pain doesnt it?
To the voice of hoplessness beckoning you to death's dark abyss

Dear homeless man, why do you make me so afraid ?
You're one of God's children and I should be lending you aid
Dear homeless man I don't even know your name
As I wait for a green light feeling selfish,  uncaring and ashamed.

Dear homeless man, don't give up hope
Don't ever become a hopeless man
You probably wonder, if God is so good why doesn't he answer me ?
The birds of the air and the fish of the sea he takes care of
But what about me?

Dear Homeless man, I can't describe to you the emptiness I feel
As I look at you and imagine what you go through, your struggle your world so...real.

My immediate response is to raise my hand and for you say a prayer
My physical response is for you to shed a tear
God said that I would do for the least of I do the same thing to Jesus and for you I did not take care of
Is this what I do to the Lord above ?
To his creation? That's the only question on my imagiation, as I drive home it's a steady fixation as I think, wow me, a christian , certainly this will lead to damnation....

Dear Homeless man I'm sorry,
I wish I could drive you to my home and take you in.
Tell you about Jesus, I know you know that life is tough but I'll tell you how through him you can win
How the cause for your dilemna is through man and his sin but death didn't win
I wish I could show you a new day right now but hopefully through my prayer at that traffic light , hope will reach in.
To the homeless man standing on Orleans street in Baltimore Maryland right after Johns Hopkins Hospital, God bless and I'm sorry I can't help. I hope God blesses you
Maia Vasconez Dec 2016
This was predictable. The revolt was inevitable. Try to suppress a mob who all want one thing. The masses can riot. Anger's not quiet. We are all qualified to rebel. Revolution is beneficial, an uprising essential. Resist the urge to follow the leader. A dictator is not in your favor. The disgraced, it is their turn. Object the men who prefer the violent. A tyrant does not stay silent, neither do we. It is appropriate to howl and claw at a system that does one wrong. Injustice is where turmoil stems from.
The Unknown Dec 2016
Maybe the seasaw was unbalanced when you got to it
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