Monday, April 23, 2012

my found poem

                       My life in shatters
A trial on charges of second degree murder
No contact with my family and no acess to alcohol or firearms
My movements monitored electronically.
Life in prison, opened a new chapter in a case
No fairness , in the wake of the tragedy
Words of hatred, spins from the left and the right
Stand your ground,
Gives the benefit of the dout,
To me.









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