“Looking for peace…”
Beckoning tomorrow to be in my grasp,
i struggle through today.
Unsure that surely, a new son must come.
I am the plaintiff…
Calling on yesterday, for misconstrued strength
And tuning in on “W-hy-You”,
i play defendant too…
Pleading; lost cause in small claims court?
An abject case, dismissed in short!
My judge, a black robe–though plain in face.
A deadlocked jury scrutinizing my case…
They threw me out, saying;
“This, is much more then a small paper chase!”
And then, they titled it “Justice”.
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Jeffrey Byron Queenan
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