Moral Questions To China About Janice Bronwyn Linden Poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya

How dare! do I make this poem?
How dare! do I sound like I am condoning her deeds?
How dare! do I question her death!
Who am I anyway? To question a judge! A country!

Is just a drive of humanity within me
And my negative energy, call it!
I am not the one who ask these questions
Forgive me China! for irrelevant questions!
Forgive me Janice Bronwyn linden for asking about you!
May your touchered soul be resting?

What if she was right?
And the justice was wrong?
Your law was like a fly that tries to go through a class

I don't believe I am asking this
Round about my fellow countrywoman
NO! Not my country deceased!
It's the question I am asking myself, not you
Its questions of morality, the judge's morality too
The person who speaks to me
The man he walks with everyday, the judge!

Will she rest like the rest?
With lethal injection in here blood
Unjust injustice of justice.
That made injustice a justice.
Her life was like water in the river
and those who survive by killing will be killed too
and those who judge will be judged