I wait in the courthouse
for my 13 year old client
to be brought to Juvenile Justice

After patted down and frisked
by arsenals in uniform
he shuffles from a concrete cell
in a parade of shackles
to court room and back
to his steel spring bed

He is a child at risk
who when released
returns scared & scarred
to the hood
without a neighbor

Where homies share war stories
as cop cars cruise
and catch gang bangers
and wannabes
in the ghettos and barrios
of the other America