A stark image on the screen
a cluster of hangmen,
black hoods, hiding their faces
the guilty unhooded,
ready to meet his fate
Hooded to hide from
assassination, retribution
in a land with a skim-coat
of laws, of order
a land in need of healing
of grafting the factions together
one people, one body
for together there is hope
separately only chaos
where the world is blind
from balancing the scales
December 30, 2006 8:39
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