Strange—the abuses of nature
never go unnoticed;
yet does the inequality of the nature
of man—her most unique creature.
What audacious mendacity! Crowning self;
issuing and bestowing salutary yokes:
socio-political race metamorphosis—slavery;
that beloved, peculiar institution.
Despite resurrection, millennia
descendents of Pilate
continue ritualistic washing of hands
in basins of waters
tinted with the blood of the hued ones.
That “…all men are created equal…”
has no bearing on the lives they must live
in the “…home of the brave and land of the free.”
There’re laws of nature and those of man—
bearing no shame in their variance.
A Rousseau deemed Camelot, this land is not;
inequality has become the bow—injustice the knot.
Blindness remains an impenetrable veil; and
man’s justice continues to seek a balanced scale.
Albeit, all who savor and crave august liberty—sailing
on the ships of faith and hope—yet envision
coming winds of change when the iceberg of injustice
shall implode and melt into the tranquil sea of equanimity.