Beware of the Ides of the Men On Black

"Beware Of the Ides of the men on black" The judges and jurors of our fates, blink. Every time we will, they will reform it They even gave them new uniforms But they preferred the black 'It suits them mos' And more guns,lesser humanity. The Leaders of tomorrow are forbidden from seeing the morrows. Put on rags, glorify poverty; Just maybe, you will live to see another day of this craze of population control. While the men on black and their rifle embark on patrol. Pim pim, Vroom vroom, Police vans, parked by road sides And policemen standing akimbo on major roads With flash torches, flashing bright lights Into the faces of incoming drivers And their passengers if any. A remainder of 'You better hold change Or we seize the whole money' 'The Police is Your friend' with stern faces Hello, young man may we know you. "Paddy mi, make we gather reach town" 4:20pm, Fresh fine boys gunned downtown. One, two shots! Another happy-trigger officer had shot his shots. "Oga Olopa wetin my pikin do you?" The oceans flowed endlessly, as their mothers cried. "Tattoo, dreadlocks, piercing not our culture!" The Police report read. For dumbness echoes now, while wisdom has been coerced into a deep sleep. The toils of tomorrow built with the youth's blood. GHOPS (Pa Shakespeare) x O.C Adolf