I Can Just Imagine- A Tribute to Troy Davis

I can just imagine Those warlocks cracking their knuckles Preparing to play God Pretending they know how I can just imagine Those demons tweedling their thumbs Oblivious to the cry of hundreds Forging a document drenched in lamb’s blood. I can just imagine The people outside the walls of the halls that they call “The Halls of Justice,” Chanting “I AM TROY DAVIS. FREE AN INNOCENT MAN.” But they never listen. I can just imagine That people would say, “eye for an eye.” But… an eye for an innocent man? I can just imagine Those hyenas smirking in their polished suit As their apprentices go collect their earnings, Silently following behind to witness their own deaths. I can just imagine A weep, thoughts careening through a quiet and confused mind As men solemnly enter to sweep him off the floor To his lead role in his own tragedy I can just imagine Those cut-throats spitting off His godforsaken eulogy as if he were on A conveyor belt. I can just imagine Them standing on their pedestals Trying to justify their murders. He could have done it! He had the ability to do it! I can just imagine The man trying desperately to rip off the straps Realizing that he just might be out of time Realizing that his own innocent life is about to end. I can just imagine Those blood-thirsty dogs cackling as they brandish Their needle of injustice and plunge it into the lamb crying HAHAHA DIE CRIMINAL DIE! YOU lose. And I can just imagine As he is struggling from the strangling And as he is fighting for control of his body He tries to scream cries of forgiveness But the poison in his body has already done its purpose. And I can just imagine As his heart quietly slows down And as his hands are laid down in rest As people mourn and raise hands Together as one He looks on He forgives And he imagines what true justice could have looked like.