Off with the Pigs

A fleeting bite, insulting slight, to justice,

love, and reason,

did little right when old men, so white, prefer,

the lure of treason. 
Were you there when Hero's prayer in death,

soothed Claudio's tantrum?

When three to a man did Caliban assault,

his slaver's sanctum?

You speak returns and big concerns for old ways,

imagined past.

But a verdict's deign doesn't raise the slain where ground

with blood is cast.

Justice is needed. Justice deserved.

Justice is more than this platitude served.

Justice is here. Justice is now.

The pigs need to be sent home to the sow.

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