Know Justice, Know Piece
"Have you called Brigit yet?" A friend to bawl and
Here she is, in times or tales of plight and fight,
peace and flight.
One year for every finger on each hand,
one to hold and one to rend.
Will you send me to the brig? To serve is
My only, gaols please? At ease Deedee!
Have I given ten years, ten tours, twin yours?
To win, Towing a boat, about the great blue
Blew sea, Ya so? The windy, windy day.
He, she, it knows by nose, line by line.
Tortured me, then? Shall I, aye, aye capt'n!
Anything else? De rein! The rain, knows things.
Deaf, dumb, and blind, am I.
Have I bought the illusion of chi-says?
'Bolt is the fastest, I am the slowest and the lowest.
There is de rein to due, except for all my debts.
Before I knew it, I signed on the dotted line- lye on.
Mortar and lye built this house, my love is a mouse.
I am a polyglot, fully human and humane, and animal
at best, and person without rest. Call on me, pourquoi?
A lifetime of slavery have I, et de rein. Ecoute!
Without the accent, I asked the Law'd to save my
Rave'n.
Copyright © Daisy Goodman | Year Posted 2014
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