“So the thing that bothered me most was that the condemned man had to hope the machine would work the first time….I’d been struck by this picture because the guillotine looked like such a precision instrument, perfect and gleaming.” Albert Camus, The Stranger, pp. 111, 112
we pretend this is our past
although sullied and something we have moved beyond
our dark history we proclaim
those public executions
hooded and marched onto the platform for guillotine or noose
the faceless justice rendering criminal
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the white noise of the machine of justice
this zombie lullaby driving our march
black boys in the hood
a black boy in a hoodie
always up to no good
stand your ground
gun them down
black and brown
these living dead should haunt us
doomed caged cast aside instead
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