Judge Colombo And His Jury

Judge Colombo and His Jury

This poem was composed three days before John Sinclair was found guilty of being in love with freedom.

The square headed impossible of

Law & order, pistols at their pits

Are sitting in wooden chairs

Calabourating/ I saw them

Sitting in secreate fantasies

Doing their country a favour.

Getting rid of an enemy

They are waiting for justice

to hang him & prove him evil

& get rid of him for good.

They smiled at the judge,

Who sat in his chair, behind his desk

doing a beautiful job sitting there

his election plan profile, speaking

honest neutrality/

Waiting to sentence him

Twenty years for possession.

The jury filed in

All american display.

One fat sow dressed in all red white & blue

She made eyes / Painted

Lady of death giggled & shook for the judge

Cast a glance at me

& all the others who came to watch

She thought she knew how her pubes

were fines & better than ours.

She understood that man was our leader

& how she would hear the story

the details of it all.

then convict him, straight to hell.

& the negroes & I mean negroes

Who lost it all to white shirts

& equality, were trying to believe, 

believe in what was happening

/ Just think, we can send a white boy

where dey been sendin us for long time

Progress & one / one black woman

She smiled, she was the only one, 

who saw thru it all.

She was waiting for justice to come

Come & take away all the false tits,

& suburbs & big boys.

For I (94) to be sentenced

to death.

I sat there & saw all this.

Right then, I became a revolutionary.

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