Screams echo off tiled walls;
Inflicted by the coward balls;
Echo through empty halls;
Because of this, a regime falls.
Power plays, absent morals;
Evidence of reprisal corals;
Reticent of ugly foils;
On backs of population slaves' fear toils.
Victims’ blood drip in to ground;
Silently cries to heaven profound.
Screaming Justice with out a sound,
Convicting, unmarked burial mound.
Hidden under legitimate facade,
Schools, hospitals, under sod;
Hooded stood the terrible vice squad;
Inflicting pain as a hot drill rod.
Ill games inflicted without just cause;
Applied under twisted laws;
Leaders with reprisal flaws,
Used for enjoyment, then loud applause.
No hope for them in endless decades
Static lines, faceless parades.
Evil tempers in motorcades,
Still continued in years of blockades.
Ponder on painful collusion,
Innocence was lost to wicked illusion,
Of torturous ritual, a grandest profusion.
Lingering pain, no retribution.
Help comes in night confusion,
Seeks to ignite wonder's grand fusion.
Leaders hide, people dazed by the contusion;
Onlookers bask in mass delusion.
Who will rebuild innocence;
Of those hiding on the fence,
Vindicating violence.
Apply justice, harshest recompense.
Copyright ©2003 L.L. Martin All North and South American and World and Electronic Rights Reserved.
poem first published 4/7/2003
