The Moya View
Southern justice is the snake
that slithers up the tree
before the buzz
of the lumberjack’s saw,
the duck of the head
to fit it into the squad car,
the dark voice
singing in a dark cell
put on death row
before his trial,
convicted for the
color of his skin
before he was even born,
living everyday,
never hoping
for just mercy.
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JONATHAN MOYA
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Starting. Very well written. Concise and accurate. This is Good
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