(Poem 325 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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When the weight of oppression
and unbridled greed finally breaks
the backs of the camels of justice
the eruption of violence is a given.

What remains to be seen amidst
the mayhem and mortal carnage
is the expression of accountability
or even a hint of sympathetic remorse.

The powerful claim rule of order
a necessity to quell social unrest
and do nothing to address the underlying
rot at the base of the structure they built.

And the system continues to sink
into the sands of time burying
generations of hopefuls with the burden
of change and the whip of their bootstraps.

Rebekah Marshall @Home Studio on 11/22/24 @ 9:53pm – 325th poem of the year (While watching S.W.A.T. Season 4 Episode 1 Seventeen Year Olds that showed flashbacks to the Rodney King verdict of 1991 and the LA Riots of 1992. I was in college and remember the news coverage vividly.)