By Judith Trustone A skunk sniffs tulips
trying to understand why no one ever sniffs him.
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By Judith Trustone I visit my friends in the garden –
sexy, purple eggplants, corn stalks six feet tall. tomatoes bursting with ripeness on the staked vine green peppers, hanging like silent bells, zucchini, gargantuan and green, lettuce, delicate as lace, baby peas hiding in blankets of pods, waiting to be unzipped. By Judith Trustone
By Judith Trustone
By Judith Trustone How is it in the land of the free
And home of the brave America chooses To spend $47,000 a year to incarcerate someone And less than $12,000 a year to educate a child? By Judith Trustone No trials by jury or extenuating circumstances
in this America. No safe schools, strong families or even clean air, water and food for the Children of Poverty, doomed at birth by the school to prison pipeline. By Judith Trustone Never having been in prison, the judge sits on the bench,
a political product whose job it is to maintain the status quo no matter the costs to humanity. By Judith Trustone Lining their pockets on the
Tragedies of the poor, The hurt people who hurt others, The Thrownaway People existing off the radar in the nightmare of Shadow America while those who are supposed to defend them drive around in Beemers and Mercedes, grabbing all they can of the American Dream By Judith Trustone On a planet consumed by toxic masculinity,
politicians' hunger for power makes them act en masse to lock up and throw away the keys for poor people who probably never voted. None, including judges and lawyers, Have ever spent even on day in the House of Corrections. By Judith Trustone Scrutinizing necklines,
fretting over hemlines, the prison visiting room Sex Police pounce on any signs of heterosexuality while totally ignoring homosexuality and rape. |
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