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Criminalised By Colour

Freeze! Freeze! Cops here, put your hands in the air! Get on your knees! Put your hands behind your head! We had a report of a crime and came and found you here. You’re under arrest; if you move; we will shoot you dead. Officer, what is the charge for which I am under arrest? Was I identified as the suspect in your alleged report? I’m on my knees; hands behind my head; I will not protest. Why an intruder and a criminal, did the caller purport? I am an employee and the owner of this business officer. It is my legal right and prerogative to be situated here. How can you infringe on my rights; but, take benefits I offer? You disrespect my liberty and dignity the anthem holds dear; You profiled, labelled, tried and convicted; without knowing me; I am guilty, until my innocence is proven to be wholly true. In a country whose constitution don’t benefit me, who’s free; Then what relevance is the ‘virtue of the flag,’ if not ‘equal value’. End By: Dion Penville

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Date: 6/11/2020 11:17:00 PM
This is the part that truly alarms me for it is happening "I am guilty, until my innocence is proven to be wholly true." so sad! A hearfelt write that may open minds.
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