Please Don'T Shoot

A young Black male Shot multiple times in the back Hands can be in the air But under constant attack Sir I have my phone Drop your gun Please don't shoot I don' have one Sir you have been warned Sir my hands are in the air The officers swarm Sir drop your weapon Put your gun on the ground Bullets being fired repeatedly all around Pool of blood young black male dead Clutching to the phone in his hand The weapon he used Was being a black man How many more will we have left When people view him as a threat