A Black Cop in the Hood
He's a black cop
in the neighborhood
He protects his people
a force for good
Dials down the heat
when he's on the beat
Keeps the 'boyz at bay'
on the ghetto streets
Moms and Grandmas
glad he's around
cast eyes to the ground
Then this year in the month of June
Protestors taunted, 'You dumb raccoon'
'You're an Uncle Tom; yes you are
Take off that badge; turn in your star'
Every rock and bottle they threw
struck his guilty conscience too
He hung in there for seven nights
But on the eighth, he gave up the fight
Now he's tormented -- What to do?
He can't beat 'em; so should he join 'em?
~ Wait! Didn't he already pay those dues?
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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