Ain’t more blood spilled- Till the gavel falls down- The verdict in- And the prisoner feels the steel behind bars- Oh the guilty- Shunned in silence- Butt raped by Bubba- And resolution- In his anger- Becomes- Completed in maximum security concrete- Ain’t no humility- The victims lay dead- Underneath six feet- And the man guilty- Will one day see the light of day- Ready to commit another crime- Injustice through so called justice- Where is the sense in that- No compassion- No rehabilitation- Just more of the same baby- Another dam day to maim- The fist that grips the victim’s throat- The hand that wielded the gun- The abuser that repeats what’s been done to him- No need to make sense of it- Just lock him up- Throw the key away- And watch him disintegrate into darkness- From which his ills came from- And blood will be spilt on another day- On another victim- On another day-Birth sign: Libra
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