No Justice
The body count keeps Rising
My people are Dying
Correction, Our people are Dying
Am i wrong
Is it only our people when we Stand
And sing that Song
Land of the Free home of the Brave
Are we brave when we shoot an UNARMED Man
And sen him to an early Grave
Stop, Don't move, and put your hands up Hi
Even when we comply
We get shot and filmed so the world can watch us Die
No matter how clear the Situation
We still get fed some Explanation
Its usually some form of Fabrication
By a man in a badge that promises an Investigation
On other Men with Badges, That are usually Caucasian
So surprise surprise "there's no Indication"
Even though as a Nation
We know what we Saw
Another reality episode of the Law Protecting the Law
Copyright © Clifford Cajou | Year Posted 2016
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