after watching 'Snow Falling on Cedars

tears fell from my
eyes

prejudice & justice
do not rhyme

truth creeps slowly
on my brow

a man is convicted
not for what he is

but for what he
has done

a reflection of
Sunday

not gloomy
not gloomy at all

the sun shines
brightly on the
beach

like the truth
waving

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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