Broken People
Broken People
How ruffled a people we are, crinkled and cracked under the weight of economic hardship. Yet we attempt to grin and greet.
From their killer smoking barrels, innocent lives are snuffed away.
In the dark of the night, they abduct, rob, and brutalise. Did you say law enforcement? Tufiakwa! Like Nazgûl, they are agents of death.
SARS, FSARS, SWAT, no matter the rebaptism, this brutality must end. Justice must be done. Someone must be held accountable.
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