Denial

I saw a picture of
Michael Brown’s mother
as she heard the verdict.
I felt her mother’s pain
radiate into my heart,
into my safe flat-screened life
a roaring scream—
and with the pain,
my own weak shame:
in my white-bubble youth
I was taught justice would be served—
to everyone, it says so right here.

No. Justice fled, unarmed
was shot dead
in an alley
on a street
in the dark
in the night—
Justice was too threatening,
I think that was it?
Justice was gunned down
in a hail of close-range verdicts
excusing the inexcusable:
racism denied is still racism.

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  1. #1 by Michael33 on November 29, 2014 - 9:45 pm

    This is sadly beautiful Elaine. Poetic reality… Thank you for sharing it with us. Glad I found your site. I’ll be here absorbing awhile. Hope you don’t mind.
    Have a beautiful Saturday evening…
    Michael

    • #2 by Elaine Olund on November 29, 2014 - 10:12 pm

      Michael, thank you for your kind words & for visiting with my poems. -e

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