USA

GangstaPoet@netscape.net

On Any Given Weekday

How often we judge 
and persecute
our childhood heroes-men
pushed and payed to entertain
to inflict pain
to thrash the brutes
upon the other line of scrimmage.
How often we point the perfect finger
as if our humble homes are without strife.
How often we betray
our own ideals
our documents
mercy-freedom-justice.
How often
we place the tainted hand
upon the words of the Lord
as if we have his blessing.
How often 
do we imprison
the ones we cheer, the ones we fear
when the yardage disappear.
And if the cell is where they make their stay
this country hands together we shall pray
not only black 
but faces brown and pale
we shall prevail
for God recruits some Angels from the jail.

Peace be with Jim Brown.

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