Like the crimes it supports,
injustice does not decay
and go away—Is not forgotten;
rather it and its ghost
both remain etched like a keloid
across the face of time and history.
Justice like roaches scurrying in the light,
remains elusive; yet truth crucified,
will not be denied it’s inevitable Easter.
Out of the ashes of lies, phoenix liberty
shall rise—Nightmares shall become dreams
and visions of overcome realities. And
the oxymoronic separate but equal dupe
will drown in its own jim crow cesspool.
Ebony punished ideas and conditions
in the graveyards of democracy shall resurrect;
be as a bare crosses and empty sepulchers of time.
Freed generations shall soar on the sable wings
of a new freedom; and the weary shall live and know
the joys of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.