in remembrance of Trayton Benjamin Martin*
there conscience lies together molten in mistake
fluttering like a note in the whirling wind
sense having taken leave as tossed together
jury boxed friends did not second guess, chose to
rest, to translate and left the lab of truth for others
to detect – in the stain.
this poem speaks to the what I perceive as a blatant travesty of justice in the verdict of acquittal following the trial arising from the kiling of Trayvon Martin - I believe and poets and writers we have an obligation to bear witness and to further the movement toward a more perfect union of our collective humanity.
