Mexican Wasteland

Out of the blue it came--

the charge, the violence, the madness,

the sheer brutality of a lawless land:



first they stormed the gates

like a pack of wild wolves,



the irate father, the cops,

& the mighty eye of public execution



w/out a warrant, w/out proof,

w/out a trial they threw a man into the slammer,



(sentence preordained)



never mind the incongrous narrative,

never mind the facts would not attest the words,



never mind the lack of evidence--

never mind the mindlessness;



then came the slanders, the media's circus acts,

the Roman wilderness of thoughtless tongues,



a whole community of students, teachers, staff,

school directors helplessly ravished,



a guiltless man now bleeds his soul inside

a prison cell under a rottening sun



in the Mexican wasteland.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this poem about an outrageous act of injustice in Mexico City, where a pre-school boy's father and a corrupt legal system sentenced an innocent man to jail without a single proof of guilt, without any evidence, and without any fair trial. The poem, I hope, speaks for itself. So much for Human Rights in this country.

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Edwin Robinette's picture

Makes you wonder how many countless others were stricken with the same fate. Sad but true! Good write with this one!