Eric Cockrell - Rage.....

rage....
against the stench,
injustice on rampage,
by the hands
of a would be god!
morality bartered,
righteousness tainted.
the system swallows,
souls disappear!

those that enforce,
and those that send...
above the law,
without question or cost.
justice defined by color,
by possessions, by privilege.
while poverty rapes,
and despair sings in chorus.

the backs bent neath the blow,
the brows marked by the whip.
the spirits marked by prisons
that count dollars and change.
while the dark shadows dress
in gold trinkets and silk,
raise their voices at mass,
and deficate on the altar!

rage...
the broken fingers
of the beaten and broken,
fumble with the latch
of the door!

Eric Cockrell

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