Requiem For Los Angeles
By the love of money
justice is tried;
as the verdict is read,
the jury has lied.
As each pixel takes
its electronic place,
we see dual worlds split
by color and race.
We watched men in uniform
landing blows of spite
on a crumpled figure who
blends with the night.
In turn "bloods" and "crips"
smash skulls (if they're white).
These pictures are beamed
from choppers in flight.
And they take for themselves
what has long been denied.
American cities go on
with their slow suicide.
George Cassutto
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