Infinity 7
every week it seems
we bury a daughter or son
after hundreds of years
this carnage rages on
the D.A. will say
it’s justifiable
and like strange fruit
no one is liable
protect and serve
is rolling down our street
squeezing a trigger
with no heartbeat
and the people cry
Copyright © Ricky Muse | Year Posted 2018
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