A broken heart can never hold the heavy tears that flow from weary eyes
Where justice is swept like dust in a dark corner, all covered with dirty lies

A ceremonial wig adorns a head that has made justice a laughable thing
And a defence stands steadily on moral ground, carrying the weight of sin

The Peacemakers are nothing more than servants who neither protect nor serve
While their leader steps forward to protect the integrity of his doctored words

The prosecution closes its ears, ignoring the many voices of public outcry
And stands idle within a darkened cloud of doubt with nothing to prove or justify

Breathing victims: family and friends bleed the sorrow of losing one so close
While many of us strangers are affected by the atmosphere where justice froze

The sight of injustice rests on our hearts as we try to make sense of its humour
As Elizabethan clowns dress to play lead roles before their pampered adorers

Marcus Garvey is wide awake in his grave, his prophetic words afloat in our heads
And no more heroes can be found as we lose our hearts and trade souls instead

I’d hate to think that social lines bear the burden of proof for a murdered boy
But if this is what justice looks like, then the law must be likened to a child’s toy

Something to play with that can be bought for the priviledged social price, attached
But one thing that is certain, justice put together with truth will remain unmatched

Still, a broken heart can never hold the heavy tears that flow from weary eyes
Where justice is swept like dust in a dark corner, all covered with dirty lies

@ PurpleHeart
I am Lyle PurpleHeart

Oakley Lyle is an author and poet – Visit his Facebook Page HERE

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