Let me shine some light through the tinted lens
of this supposedly colourblind state
by revisiting the tale of four cruel men,
one of whom would chance an untethered fate.
Chance, or institutional racism,
I will leave that down to your discretion,
member of the jury, whose sparkling prism
is undimmed, I'm sure, by predisposition.
The evidence incriminates all four men,
who bundled two victims into a car,
pistol whipped one with the back of a gun
and battered the other's toes with a hammer.
The incidents happened on separate nights,
registration plates traced to the bloodstained pile,
which CCTV showed in plain daylight
led to where the criminals would stay a while.
It was a crack den, where torturer's tools
further implicated the gang: DNA,
in hairs left by the violent young fools,
attached where the tortured had been bound by tape.
Skin from the knees of the victim linked him there,
singed onto the coiled metal of a grill,
hard to tell through his mutterings of despair
whether the aim was anything but mere thrill.
At the scene of the second kidnapping,
video showed that a cap was left behind.
That cap yielded DNA, led to a sting,
and each of the four men were held in binds.
As incontrovertible as that may seem,
though the evidence lay starkly in sight,
the sentences were six years, nine and nineteen,
for those who are black, but what of the white?
Members of the jury found him not guilty,
though video and DNA placed him there.
So much for your colourblind society,
his guilt is as plain as your bias laid bare.
