by Lucille Gang Shulklapper
Tears of rage and sorrow,
of blackened bile,
of opalescent grief,
fall
from blinded Justice’s eyes,
her scales tip,
she can’t balance them.
Blinded by political
and religious zealots,
with no respect
for her life,
or the rule of law,
Justice thinks she
still has choice,
to use her sword
like knitting needles,
or
drop her scales,
the weight of birth
too heavy to bear.
Lucille Gang Shulklapper has published poems and stories in many journals as well as in four poetry chapbooks, the most recent titled In the Tunnel. She has also modeled, sold realty, made recordings for the blind, taught reading from k-college, and led workshops for the Florida Center for the Book and workshops facilitated through the Palm Beach Poetry Festival. Presently, she tutors third graders in reading as a senior volunteer, and lives with her husband, a retired pediatrician, and a rescued cat named Zoe.
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