In shadows cast by power’s glaring light,
I stood, an easy mark, unarmed, alone,
Unassuming, blending with the night,
An open book, my cover clearly shown
Authority, with badge and hardened gaze,
Found sport in pressing down on those who yield,
The truth, a casualty in power’s haze,
His wrong, a weapon, silently concealed.
He knew, and all around could see the lie,
Yet justice bent beneath his heavy hand,
A silent witness to my muted cry,
As innocence was trampled in the sand.
But in the quiet aftermath, I found
A peace within, where strength and hope abound.