Green bottle glass shattered
And a wet paper bag
Inside was escape
Now evaporating into air
Guns in pockets preserve safety
Almost as much as careful words
Instead of man or brother
Name is mister or sir
Blood keeps on spilling
Even when the vigil’s over
And the tears dry
Tough against their skin
Boys and girls nearly unaware
Elevator buttons still pushed
All the kids still swing
Tomorrow will bring the same kind of justice
mortiflying 
One thought on “My justice is fragile”