Today in paradise
Rest a man forgiven
for acts of treason
By those who now reason
That it is human to err
Is it human to err
When overseers
turn a deaf ear
When justice
tilts the balance
And bribes prance
At the corruption dance
Where conscience is seared
Today in paradise
Rest a man forgiven
By men who could not
Remove his mote
Because of the plank, they tote
in their own eyes
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Has the blood of 24
ceased their cry
in this land
where
justice was denied
the innocent
of 1990
Is pseudo
terrorism
a divine act
An apolitical
manifesto
of the oppressed
Memories of the masses
either reflect
or accept
institutionalised injustice
Or has history today
absolved
a patriot
from the cradle of terrorism
along this thin line
between flawed justice
short memories.
and repeated
histories
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So you're losing the game
In spite
Maybe you should adjust
and playwright
Instead
Of taking your golf club
And walking away
So that no one can confirm
Your bad swing
If this was a game of checkers
You would have thrown up
The board
Just before your King
Gets eaten
And left your contenders
With no last play
On which to boast
Spite
The move of a 6-year-old boy
Who sees things narrowly
snatching away candies from babies
And believes that he must win
By cheating failure
70 long years
And a doctor
With no dexterity
To manoeuvre
A State
Of opposition
Nor decipher
Reality
From imaginary contenders
And fear
So every hole you
Can't put
You shut off
And every time
You think you can't eat
You end the game
Mr. winner
Have you no shame?
Too much pride
to turn failure
To success
So you turn success into failure
Cheered by atrocious
Sychophants
You control the game
And make sport of legends
And war rivalry
Of sportsmanship
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I deserve a vote on this one
This matter, that matters
Not just to you
but also to me
While you're there
So full of chatter
Head-talks
Of what ought to be
In these safe zones
of silence
You keep grounded
By isolated
idiosyncrasy
Remove that mask
reveal
the face of you
that's saying
This is not the way
It ought to be
It may seem like
Anyone can be a carrier
A risk factor
of youth
So you prepare
But even before
I knew you
this anyone, like no pandemic
was not allowed
to go there
Or
maybe
you're just relaxing
as a fully vaccinated pair
sipping booster shots and white oak
on the verandah of my fear
Copyright©2021 by Camille Caliscia Patrick
