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Checkmate

By mcl

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In the courtroom of bigotry the shadows sigh Walls heave as elevated judges mock the black Of their robes and indentured jurors fail to cringe. Light is there delivered sentence on their hearts. Heavy on the soul of the stygian condemned. Shackled by defeat even as metal The false felon accepts mortality Welcomes the release of imminent death From the searing glare of accusation. But he is begrudged even that, his own death Placed in its stead a play of intervention That tightens the noose of respite around his throat Naught but a pawn, he awaits their finale Dark against light they determine his fate. Written August 25th, 2001 © on Aug 25 2001 12:24 PM PST   0 • 1

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