Like a thief in the night, you have stolen from me;
I thought that your principles guaranteed this was going to be
A fair and just process, where righteousness actually mattered-
Alas, you, in your allowance of this iniquity, must be flattered
By this suggestion-you are but a pittance of what you ought to be;
Where is this ideal of justice that my teachers taught to me! ?
What an unmitigated shame! I risked my life for your ideals!
I have begged and pleaded, yet, you have ignored all my appeals
For redress, in the face of this wholly-avoided tragedy;
And still, you seem to revel, as I obviate your iniquity.
Instead of law and order, you have gifted anarchy and chaos-
Your failures shall be exposed, no matter what the cost,
For all the world to see-they may be your judge and jury-
The sentence for your prejudice, their unceasing ire and fury!
-Maurice Harris,26 April 2011
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