Fugitive
by Sam M. Phillips

Fugitive,
On the run,
Gun engine,
Piston pumping,
Jumping barrier to escape,
Too late
To change fate,
Hate the system,
Will not listen,
Innocent man,
Does what he can
To find justice,
But a system such as this,
Cannot provide,
So he must run and hide,
Or else collide,
No one to confide in,
He’s sliding,
Diving to dodge,
Bullets seek to lodge in flesh,
Test of mettle,
Matter will not settle,
A battle
Between unbending law
And raw truth,
Proof not forthcoming,
It’s why he’s running,
They’re gunning for him,
He can’t win,
Slim chance,
Dance of death,
Breath shallow,
They follow trail,
Clues tell tale,
Bale him up,
Shut him up in cage,
Injustice rage,
Page turns,
The man burns,
Learns the world is dumb,
Numb from so much hate,
Bait the hook,
Look at big fish eat,
Can’t beat them at their own game,
They frame the man,
The lamb to sacrifice,
Nice result,
Can’t jolt the rule makers,
The takers of our freedom,
Condemn each,
Teach the young,
You cannot run.

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