#1
Wanna hear a story, all?
The man who killed my brother
Went scot-free. Not exactly. He
Got three years in the cooler, for
Such is the law.
They found my brother’s blood
On wall and floor.
God knows what more
There was than wall and floor!
The prosecutor told me
That the judge was sympathetic.
Family wrote supporting letters,
Loving letters, caring letters, for
My brother was no orphan.
He was gay.
The family had to pay
A mammoth sum
To have his body come
Back to New York.
They didn’t trust his aids-free health.
My brother was fit as a fiddle.
After years they found his killer.
All the proof was there, and still,
The trial went in killer’s favor.
He was free in three.
Detectives, in their stab at comforting
Said, “He’s a bad egg. He’ll be back.
Inevitably, his kind are…”
So I was left to trust.
One day the killer will be back behind those bars,
His freedom left to rust.
You have to trust in justice.
2015
#2
Got off with slaughter – slaughtering:
Manslaughter. One can only
Laugh in irony.
Slaughtering is butchering.
Decimating, wiping out,
Murdering and killing off,
Annihilating,
Putting man or Man to death.
Nowhere in the dictionary
Does it warrant or suggest
A measly three year sentence.
The man who killed my brother
(blood on walls and floor…all over…)
One could call that massacre.
I would call that massacre.
And all he got was three small years.
I thought about it just today
And thought I’d say it.
2016
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