Of Frigid Injustice

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With the arrival of the frigid winter,

Nothing has changed but the weather;

The struggle for justice and equality remains

A vision quest for the journeying ebony masses;

The hued human roadside kill continues,

Irrespective of the time, temp, age or genders;

And the cams only clarify the killed, not the killer;

Black women, their wombs, the roots of our survival

Now seem to be the most popular suspicious road victims;

Their murders being based on assumed weapons and fear of life.

With the arrival of the frigid winter,

Nothing has changed but the weather;

The struggle for justice and equality remains

A vision quest for the journeying ebony masses;

Victims are daily buried and perpetrators get paid leave;

Delayed court cases quietly tease the mocked scales of justice.

Daily hung juries hang their historical curtains of mistrials.

Meanwhile, the Latin drama of modern-day impeachment

Dominates all the theatres of news media and late-night shows—

Veiling ongoing tragedies of injustice still lurking in hued communities;

Again, the fate of Black America is challenged to reach higher than hope;

Again, we are challenged to realize the bending of the moral arc of justice;

Again, we are challenged to reinvest ancestral faith in justice’s failing bank.

Let us not again be snowed under by the blithe lip service of chilled justice.  

Let us again demand that life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness become a reality

With the faith of our ancestors, let the fires of liberation melt away freezing injustice.