Poem 16124 January, 2017
Injustice came and I ran.
I ran to the politicians, but they said you’ve no power here.
I ran to the courts, but they said you’ve no voice here.
I ran to my faith, but it said you’ve no redemption here.
I ran to the shelters, but they said you’ve no place here.
I ran to my blood, but its beat had stilled.
I ran to the rock and hid beneath it.
Injustice found me and used the rock to seal my grave.
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