O.J. Poem by Nancy Terrell

Touchdowns into heaven
forever scoring points.
Saving oneself from introspection.
Knowing guilt, pleading innocence.

Two bloodied bodies discovered.
Stabbed in the early morning.
The wife of our hero, the one we made;
persistent still in keeping.

Preliminary trials. Prejudged contrition.
Attorneys playing at screen tests
while a nation watches, mesmerized.
Stars defending stars.

Books, interviews, film offers lay await.
Celebrity status lying quite beyone anyone's rules.
Requisite scripts by the living
Money to be made by murder.

The system sustains any idea of remorse.
The knife of deduction is yet to be found.
He, unknowingly, unobserved, sheds a tear.
Is it for what was, or for what is yet to be?

Help on 911, anticipated eight times
nontheless, a necessity never acknowledged.
Assistance not received, tho requested
A young mother's life extinguished.

The commentary continues. Changed lives
captured in a snapshot never to be relived
but to be continually dug up by
a nation numbed by thriving excess.

America, where is your future
if this is your present?
What have you to offer
our children of tomorrow?