Trayvon Martin Measure of Life

Out of chaos
comes order
(so they say).

Life

How simple it is
if we allow it to be

How fragile too.

All measured in heart beats.

I don’t want much
there are no rough edges
on the contours of my need.

Say the words I want to feel
not the words you think I want to hear.
We positively resonate
and, radiate in our truths.

Tick, tock, tick, tock
that blessed clock I love to hate
beats in precise measurements
of man-made time, reminding me
I too, have numbered days.

The grey creeps up with stealth
to my crowning glory along with
a wealth of history in newest
facial lines and, bones which ache
but O, how they
love this precious gift of life.

On parallel lines of thought
and of lives between them

Finally,
yes finally
they too, drew some welcome lines
(better late than never)
when, yesterday they took a man and
placed him in a small square box
for a while
(I hope)
until he faces trial.

Maybe then
and only then
with cold, hard scientific facts
and other irrefutable evidence
a jury of 12 will be tasked
to decide guilt, or not
and maybe then,

There will be justice for a child.

~*~

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None of us knows the full truth yet of what happened that night in Sanford, Florida and a person is innocent until proven guilty but I have asked myself; if this had been reversed and a black man had shot and killed a white boy through ‘standing his ground’ I don’t think they would have hesitated to have held that man in custody and, maybe even have charged him with an offence.
Sometimes the law is an ass.
The boy (as far as we know) had no weapon. The man was practically stalking him after being told by police not to follow him. The man was older, bigger, heavier and he had a gun, with no legal right to be using it at all that night. Maybe because he thought the boy was a young street ‘punk’ he was being a bully. We don’t know all the proven facts yet. So far, it is all speculation.
We don’t know if the man’s life was in danger or not.
I do feel that Trayvon Martin should not have died that night.
For the sake of his family and their peace of mind, although it won’t help bring him back to them but maybe, it will show them that their young son has not died in vain if justice is served because, it matters that it is and, his young life matters to so many people. People like me, who believe  racism, bigotry nor hatred for our fellow man should exist.
I hope what happened to Trayvon will bring about changes in the stupidity of a law which entitles people who feel threatened by someone to use deadly force simply because they happen to think their lives are in danger. What will they do next, allow you to kill someone because they look at you the wrong way!  That stand your ground law is ludicrous and needs to be stamped out asap.
I hope the factual truth of what happened is made public and, whatever the outcome, have to believe that justice will have been upheld.
One day (maybe) we will wake up and ‘see’ we are one race who live on this planet, the human race, and no matter our colour, our country, or beliefs, we are all a part of one family and thus, connected.

Trayvons’s life and tragic death, matters to me, as it should matter to all of us.

Shared with dversePoets Meeting the Bar: Tripping the Cosmos

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada and design custom made candles

22 thoughts on “Trayvon Martin Measure of Life”

  1. It is so sad, I agree with you…about the shoe on the other foot, I too wonder. Injustice should always be served….
    I hope the truth comes out….
    It is so sad, I feel for the family, like Mary said, this won’t bring him back~
    Awful, just awful
    Your words capture so much emotional tension! Well done~

  2. I’m so glad I’ve read this, as I’ve been on a media fast (other than blogging) for some time. I wasn’t sure what the story was…I only heard the resulting consequences. Life hurts, and the way that we treat each other hurts even more.

  3. These things happen the world over, and I am sure that your surmise is correct.
    The fault, dear Brutus, lies in us and not our institutions.
    (Quote from memory.)

  4. Life can indeed be fragile- and sometimes we need to give into the chaos that is life- almost take comfort from things that are out if our hands- but then of course when things like society and justice come into the mix- with thir structures and prescribed orders- things become difficult. I know very well what you are saying here- bad things happen yet we have to try and apply order and process to it- just take comfort from the fact that ultimately what goes around comes around- I guess that’s karma- enjoyed this very much and felt it- understood it totally (from my point of view of course!)

  5. the poem was great, and i appreciate your common sense perspective. i agree. there certainly seems to be injustice in this killing. it’s also a tragedy we produce fearmongers like gz, and the culture of targeting the ‘other.’ i also feel like it’s my job now not allow myself to demonize gz, and allow myself to have empathy for him as he sits in jail. that might sound crazy becuz the boy is dead, but like you i’m also attempting to see that the process of revealing the facts is yet to play out.

  6. Accidents happen … many children are accidents as well … they grow up to produce more accidents … oh, Bren…

  7. as long as the individual, as an individual is more important that what they contribute to society as a member, there can be no fairness.

  8. Your wrote this in a way that seems effortless and catchy rhythm left to ones imagination. Thanks for making something difficult seem easy (at least for me it was hard)

  9. Thank you for bringing in a dimension of the prompt that indeed I think makes the discussion so much deeper and more profound. In this universe where so much occurs seemingly by chance when looked at from the big science picture view always comes down to individual choices and acts and their consequences. Justice cries out for what must be repaired in this terrible series of events. I can only only hope that the evidence does indeed provide proof beyond a doubt, and that must be a justice of a kind that brings home not only our frailty as humans but also our strength.

  10. I hope actual justice is done, but I don’t think there is much of that anymore. Some little technically or the right slick lawyer and your off the hook.

  11. Fantastic write! I resonated especially with “facial lines and bones that ache but O how they love this precious gift of life”. And I second and applaud what you wrote below. A stalker with a gun trying to convince people HE was in danger? Lord help us all.

  12. Yes, justice will be done; but I think ‘the people’ have already decided what the verdict should be. It is very sad that this young man had to lose his life, and undoubtedly the trial will serve some purpose, though it cannot bring him back to life. I don’t know how there could possibly be an unbiased trial anywhere though. Only jurors who had been living in a ‘cave’ would not have heard and formed an opinion in regard to this case.

  13. i like where you got…i knew by the title but was wondering as you walked us slowly through…saying the things /feelings not what you think i want to hear…like that…i was pleased to see treyvons mom say she thought it was all an accident..it also leads me to believe we probably dont have a full story…but then again the guy hid out for so long…what a complicated thing the jury will have to go through…and our human justice will do its thing….

  14. ‘All measured in heart beats.’ There’s a scientific theory that posits that life expectancy, barring disease, is really about a finite number of heart beats, slow metabolism animals live much longer than high metabolism animals. I think about that every time I have elevated stress levels. ‘I too, have numbered days.’ Those interconnected lives cut short impact us in ways we don’t understand, here’s to justice whispered in the hallowed halls, some respect and reverence for life!

  15. wow…i’m in awe…i didn’t expect where you were going when reading the first lines…but it’s just a perfect setting of the stage to prepare us for the topic that hit me right in the stomach… i have heard about this law but not about that boy… really awesome write bren

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