All For the Love of Money
on the
witness stand
my knees buckled
my throat
was dry
as, i soften
my tongue
listening and
showing
sweet mercy
towards the
young *****
slave
who was
brutally
whip beaten
thus, accused of
murdering
a prejudice and
abusive
white plantation
owner
all for the
love of
money
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