Daylight is consumed by sirens and American themed lights
Cuffs fly around six packed in a Honda, wondering 'Is this a fair sight?'
Screeches from an alarm shatter my trance
Bewildered elder brother enters, concealing something with
a peculiar stance;
The unveiling of his prize sends lightning up my spine
In our innocent presence now lays a jar brimmed with nickel-sized herbal twine
A gaze caught between us with wills about clash
Flares go up for plunging emotions about making a decision so brash
Retorts of what's right... ain't always right
"If we send these guys away will be able to sleep at night?"
Anxious tears trickle moist trails along locked jaws
Embedded in the silence a decision had to be made:
To protect us from the blue coat wolves, or relegate six little piggies to societal graves?
The weight of a thousand suns slumped my spirit with the jar in hand
'How at ten am I entrusted with manipulating life's flowing sands?',
Morality shook with each step took
Yearning for simpler days when mom was teaching us how to cook
Locking sight with the chained men in mobile cages
Seeing souls stretch into oblivion, the feeling became contagious
Approached blood-thirsty wolf as he took his time to eye
Placed the jane in hand, and turned... didn't bat an eye
Walked away with a seething urge to run
Paranoid of being the 7th wolfed down, or worse... face misinterpreted guns
The night rolled after reports were filled
My heart being weighed down let normal strain build
'How drastic did the scales of justice swing off my one action.'
Recognizing then, 'All decisions have equal, opposite, sometimes polarizing reactions.'
Felt guilty then, but justified in virtue
Comprehending now, "When They See Us", I covet the chance to say, "I did not mean to hurt you."
Daily I whim between the choice made
Concluding: The action was just, but could have been better played.