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I Can't Sleep

 Another sleepless night

Another chance to make things right?

NAY! For the Justice is flawed!

And the law? Tis but a wad-

Of lies and the ilk of sexist pigs.

Sexist? Aye! For they only see the man.

Never the woman, it's bad! It's sad!

Sad indeed!

But! I am glad. Glad! For I found God 

In the bowels of criminals, the very bottom-

I found God.

Praise be to He who forgives all!

I feel small, yet have the gall-

To be one of the chosen people.

To have found church with no steeple

But, a cell door for want of a church.

Or a mosque.  As I lurch-

Like a boss, as I search-

For forgiveness,  for crimes I did not do

To sleep! Oh! Perchance to dream! 

Of a time when I am free

Oh Lord!  Let me be-

And see-

Freedom!!

Perhaps then is when

I can sleep

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