Double Jeopardy

Double Jeopardy

 

 

 

freedom is a supposition

accrued from an existence

in a country where it is allowed

as pretense

 

but chains are genetic

and a society swollen

with prejudice

is sworn to a secrecy

found out

 

we live in our own prisons

of hate

solitary confinement

sitting on a bare cot

of judgement

 

imposing our will

with imperceptive hearts

we lie wide awake

staring at bars

we created

 

visitors are now extinct friends

who shed tears

on the jail floor of our

poverty of acceptance

 

we could have loved

and there would be no sentence

we could have embraced

and there would be no suspended metaphor

 

no scared participles

dangling with fear of oppression

the cells empty of ill will

 

Love

is the barrister

working pro bono

 

no charge for grace of character

no charge for reaching out a hand

no charge for a heart

changing by six degrees of separation

 

into one soul

no division

just a fusion

of individuals

acquitted by a jury

in approved retrial 

 

as peace

becomes the 

eventual verdict.

 

and a certain calm

pervades the courtroom

as supposition turns to 

exposition

and all sides are free.

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/31/22

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

We could have loved but we chose hate. Whatever happened to the flower power, love each other generation? Instead technology has ruled our lives engaging those who are now hooked. Yes we have become our own prisoners by creating our own cages in which we live swapping our freedom for technology. Political correctness is the wedge dividing the sexes because any flirting can be interpreted as harassment. Trust, respect, love thy neighbour, family values and society values are all out the window replaced by self, selfies and what’s in it for me mentality. A thought provoking write as per usual J.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I hear you, andrew,
thanks for your insights,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Jacob.
"we live in our own prisons
of hate
solitary confinement
sitting on a bare cot"
The above lines. The new generation waiting for a hand-out. My grandfather taught me. If you want something. Go get it. Thank you my friend for sharing the outstanding poetry. Happy New Year.
Coyote
of judgement

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for taking the time to engage this rather lengthy write, Coyote.
and your kind comment.
Happy New Year
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed your work Jacob and you are welcome. Happy new year my friend.