The Jury is the Judge
even when the truth is there
Though everyone doesn’t like
the flavor
the pudding is eaten anyway
Who wrote the Book
that is always bound in Black?
So many prayers in print there
so many words to be taken
seriously
But, are they?
God is found there
when they need justification
Peace is found there
to satisfy the major-i-tee
Rope burns in the hands
of the lesser
numbered to stand for the strange
fruits of their forbidden tracks
Mocked and forced in the
pressure cooker
Tears drip as the steam overflows
The Jury speaks
But do they in unison
when only one bangs the gavel?