Another Avent of the Same Old Events

Another Advent of the Same Old Events (Apropos December, 2016) In this new season of Advent, We still face The same old weary events; It’s still all about race. Strange fruits lay rotting Along the treed street; We still can’t escape the spotting— Wherever we go, justice we never meet. Daily courts of law remain a mockery; Our shaded lives still don’t matter— In our modern share cropper democracy, Equal justice is just idle chatter. If to this you don’t really agree, It’s evident—you don’t look like me.