There Shouldn't be a Law

What were law enforcers thinking

When they bought the watchman’s story?
Wasn’t something in it stinking?
Slender unarmed kid his quarry,
Shot to death with paid-for victuals,
Taking Dad, iced tea and Skittles?

Zimmerman, the neighbor watch guard,
Muttered in a 9-1-1 call,
Fucking coons, so not at all hard
Understanding his referral:
Trayvon Martin, chased-down victim,
Black teen known worldwide postmortem.

Florida’s a state that okays
Stand Your Ground if found imperiled
And if fancied, lets your guns blaze.
Mayhem such a law will herald,
Such as Zimmerman, pursuer,
Gaining ground— the real wrongdoer.