Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

With Liberty and Justice For All

You can't purchase liquor, son. You're underage.
   Pardon me, officer.  May I see your badge?

Button your lip, son.  Or you'll be resisting arrest.
   But I'm 21, officer.  Better check my ID, I'd suggest.

That's it for you, boy.  I'm taking you down to the station.
   I demand the right to a lawyer.  He'll charge discrimination.

Why, you scum: Here's a knuckle sandwich for you -- KAPOW!
   If I were white, you'd never try this -- no way, no how...

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Mahtab Bangalee January 15, 2019 at 12:25 AM its great writing on LIBERTY and JUSTICE through DRAMATIC DIALOG - like this poetic style

Ilene Bauer January 14, 2019 at 4:10 PM sadly, this is the way in many parts of our country, gershon! great poem... Gershon Wolf January 14, 2019 at 6:00 PM Thanks for appreciating this one for the truth it tells, Ilene. You're a New Yorker; you know. Best wishes, Gershon