I was once in the past and still am subject to, as are the many thousands of people
whom plead guilty to crimes not committed, every week across the U.S.
Dressed in that Orange jump suit like a prisoner of ISIS waiting to be beheaded.
Turning my worst face sideways towards the cameras, undiscovered.
They simply lie because they know that a jury believing your word over a police officer’s isn't going to happen.
And as that juror, whom I will never be, whom are you more likely to believe?
The handsom well-groomed police officer in uniform,
whom just swore to God that they’re telling the truth, even though they
are devout atheist.
I am naïve, as naive as a child by our endless dreaming, while awake of the
pervasive scope of their misconduct,
but even more disturning is the seeming casualness by which such misconduct is suborned by the Judge.
While our downward mobility drives U.S. ever deeper into abject poverty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Something seriously wrong with society. Racism should have been distinguished 50 years ago. If the police are not to be convicted well at least take them off the pay roll. Black, white, freckled, disabled..... We are and should be all classed as one! ! ! Thank You