Strangled Justice


Just another siren roadkill:
A low-down, 
rabid raccoon resisting arrest
at high noon
A feral noted asphalt death

So says the official pol-pol report
In a Terminator monotone
was the desk commandant’s
brass tact,  swastika vapor retort

Abel-bodied justice, sho’ nuff — 
A redacted cam footage snuff
Grim fire Cain desire,
hate-lust displayed 
when coldly 
slapping on the Reaper cuffs

Tar baby fetal prone pinned fatally;
poly blue-kneed on the jugular,
Bwana caught baboon can’t breathe

By George,
bad monkey got a name
Floyd recorded on the birth registry,
a curious
violent death
t’was how the end came

Ebony communities unnerved
by the strangled justice served

Latest rap sheet statistic said,
just another darkie
lights out dead
Midnight scary thoughts:
Pet cemetery spook laid in a 
ghetto dirt bed

Asphyxiation was how his neo-plantation air bled 
Suffocated by roots of slavery injustice, I’m afraid
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Lamoureux Avatar
June 9, 2020 at 11:12 AM
Hello Freddie, a moving piece. You should enter it into my current contest (or write a different one) either way I hope you will add your significant voice. Do drop by for a visit, I miss your comments. Blessings Rick.
Pigeon Tart Avatar
May 29, 2020 at 5:47 PM
Yup. Heartbreakingly so. Love, tears, and hugs dear poet, xomo <3
Sharp Avatar
May 29, 2020 at 1:16 PM
Absolutely shocking stuff, Freddie. A grown man calling out for his Momma in his last moments. Heartbreaking. Thank you for your very important words, my friend.
Hamilton Avatar
May 29, 2020 at 9:20 AM
So spot on Freddie, I share your indignation for another crime against a black man. In Toronto the police are being investigated for their involvement in a young black women's death, she fell off the balcony they say, right!
Pigeon Tart Avatar
May 29, 2020 at 5:50 PM
I had not heard that yet. To be honest, I've hardly been able to listened to the news since that maternity ward was shot up. Closer and closer to home...
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