Accused Poem by Tracy Craighead

Accused



I feel powerless against this mountain
my screaming and wailing,
fall flat on ears that were deaf long ago
their eyes are crippled and only see
a truth so twisted,
a self-serving prophecy

They sit piously and happy to be
in the soft womb of a goverment
That will never serve me
a courtroom of lies.
Evil lines its pockets with blood from my side

Sunday, January 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: anger,government,justice,power,sadness
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