tears fell from my
eyes
prejudice & justice
do not rhyme
truth creeps slowly
on my brow
a man is convicted
not for what he is
but for what he
has done
a reflection of
Sunday
not gloomy
not gloomy at all
the sun shines
brightly on the
beach
like the truth
waving
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