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
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