Best Police Brutality Poems
a knee, a neck, a symbol, a tool
the segregationist would be proud
fighting to breathe is a fight where
Vegas is covering all odds
let's lay our money and him down
the spittle, the pool on the ground
does not need to be explained, cleaned or vilified
this is America dammit where change
is not always the objective
where the unwritten far outweighs
the written rule of law
families bleed albeit slowly
that merciful hemorrhage
some swear isn't normal
let's riot shall we
let's set ablaze the constitution
that Letter from a Birmingham Jail
our Holy Bible
"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
Police brutality
should not be
ignored, but
exposed.
Excessive force
is being used on
innocent civilians
over petty ****.
Protect And Serve
they pledge, feels
more like a purge
instead.
Hot headed cops
above the law,
breaking the laws
they sworn to uphold.
Seems more like
thugs dressed in
uniforms.
I see them everyday
on cellphones driving,
parked at fire hydrants
on non emergency...
Going through red lights
without their sirens on,
with no care for human
lives at all.
Bullying, patronizing our
society, causing fear, and
bloodshed.
When will this nightmare
end ?
When will police brutality
come to an end ?
Written by: Poet Shi
It's hard to see a young
unarmed man die in the
hands of the police...
Doesn't matter what
color of your skin is,
or if he's a criminal
or not.
If he's not holding up
a gun, then shooting
him to death is murder.
I understand being
a cop is dangerous,
nerve racking.
Gotta make split
second decisions...
But if this is your job
description, then you
have to uphold the law
the way you were sworn
to do.
Not take the law into your
own hands for a personal
vendetta...
Cause he got away,
or didn't answer your
questions like you
wanted him to do.
I got a question to
ask you ?
Were you bullied in
school, now you're
all grown up...
And decided to be
a cop, and take all
your angry out on
whoever you feel
disrespected you.
Cause if so,
it's only gonna
get worse.
I only speak of law
enforcement officers
who abuse their authority,
a few bad seeds doesn't
kill a tree...
There's plenty of hard
working, caring, respectful
officers out there.
Don't judge them all
for the actions of a few.
For civilians and law
enforcement to eventually
get along, they have to
learn to respect each
other...
Before it gets worse.
How can we police
the world, if we can't
police our own here
back home.
RIP Michael Brown
Written by: Poet Shi
Tell me why I heard someone once say that we were all equal regardless of race.
But every time I turn on the T.V. I see people getting shot up all over the place.
Black, white, red, and mixed aren't we all supposed to be treated the same?
It's a disgrace that the people who are supposed to make you feel safe are the ones shooting you dead ass in the face.
Hands up please don't shoot me but that don't seem to matter.
When I ask why this stuff happens they just look at me like excuse me did I stutter?
So tell me why all this happens and yet we get no ing justice.
How many more bodies will it take?
How many more sons, brothers, fathers, uncles, and nephews?
How much more bloodshed?
How many more people who can't breathe?
How many more cops being put on administrative leave?
How many more names?
How many more hashtags?
How many more questions do I have to ask?
How much louder does my voice have to go?
Or what, because I am a black girl no one should listen?
Dissenters dominate the streets,
The public dominion of demonstrations.
This POTUS threatens military domination.
Just forget the pesky First Amendment.
Sowing seeds of civil war
The best path to reelection.
Yet remonstrations rally relentless,
One man’s terminal chokehold
A symbol of structural racism.
A metaphor for the socioeconomic suffocation,
The clamor and commotion
torn and tormenting in every town.
Protestors street hue and cry,
voices of the marginalized and forgotten .
A human chain of disputant dissentients,
Occupiers striking for a new order.
Rebels demanding
a new systemic justice.
Their voices shout from all directions,
one sprays me in the face with liquid fire,
another kicks and stomps at my back and legs.
They beat another with their fists
pounding at his soft flesh like drums,
leaving him on the edge of life.
The taste of copper lingered on my lips
as the crimson ink
splattered on my face.
I put my hands up in surrender,
but once the fire rises within them
it spreads – consuming me along with it.
The sky weeps
as I fall with a thud on the asphalt.
The rain seeped into my skin like acid,
but nothing can wash away
the blood stain,
poured on the dull pavement.
My bruises have slowly healed as time
ticked away the brutal passions of their mistakes,
but my voice remains to break the silence.
long after a full moon
had thrown its arms around the sky
I stood with Al Stone
ignoring the futility in our lives
adolescence gave way to manhood
or so we like to believe
our ideology stifled
from a serious lack of dreams
with the care of a midwife
removing a child from the womb
a marijuana cigarette was born
then quickly consumed
our reality now disfigured
discolored and frayed
the sound of a revolver pop-pop-pop
felt like a siren calling our names
along the asphalt we strode
where graffiti had not taken over
the corner of lesson and life
pondering the tips of our noses
underneath that streetlight
the story we all must tell
misplaced direction
led to a portal of hell
our lack of caution
our upbringing tossed aside
opened the door for the siren
that revolver in our eyes
angels decided to sing
that melody an alarming sound
wheels of society turned and screeched
leaving tire tracks on the ground
the order was given to freeze
alternatives held tight in their hands
one placed directly at my temple
a transition from boy to man
Anger amongst my people
From all the police brutality
Resulting in so many young
Mens fatality
Our hands are up
Don't shoot
Don't stomp us out
With your boots
We face down on the ground
Don't Use your billy club to pound
Police shoots and kills
Then gets off for it
This can't be real
Don't use unjust violence on me
I'm a citizen
We as a race should have known better then
Don't shoot
I'm going for my identification
Such a racist nation
If police started killing off Caucasians
Then it would be a situation
Don't shoot
I have a kid in the car
Pow pow pow
Now you went to far
How many shots does it take
To subdue a man
2, 6, 20
Explain officers so we can understand
This is our justice system
Systematically killing blacks
How are we to commemorate
When we under attack
Bias and unjust
In America we don't trust
Police brutality
What's your rationality
Repression and criminalization
Of an entire generation
Racial disparities
Giving us welfare and calling it charity
Our ancestors built this place
Yet a white officer is present
in every black mans murder case
Stop don't shoot
My hands are held high
Pow pow pow
Another nigga dies tonight
I
I tried not to mention the crime
Siblings, it is high time
America stopped self-flagellation,
Self-hate, self-abnegation
II
I feel for him, brother George ("of the earth")
I came close, but saved by a different birth
To feel the accusing eyes: "Me, the evil one"
Only because I stayed in school, joined the run
III
Black America wants to drive, play ... like us
Tired of fighting for a seat, decades after Rosa Parks
George Floyd is a hero for having lived BLACK
A remnant yells, "Deport the upstarts. Send 'em back"
I
Love. Start by saying "Hello" to strangers
Even on Poetry Soup
II
Love somebody who seems "arrogant."
Or eliminate everyone who is not humble enough like you.
Police Brutality
We’ll shoot. Don’t move.
Don’t talk or We’ll disapprove.
Don’t reach. We’ll kill.
Comply, Listen, Be quiet, Be still.
Four in the morning wake up.
Forget the horrors, don’t sip the death cup.
Get ready for work, put down the sharpened knife.
The first call will be in, gone is another life.
Typical day, it’s a suicide who blew off half his face.
Nothing a shotgun can’t erase.
Islands of dark red brain on the floor.
Smells as if an army of rotten animals went to war.
Next call. It’s winter. Grandma walked out.
Blame her dementia without a doubt.
She froze to death, standing, without a shout.
A limb is broken off, are you starting to get burnt out?
Cannot, it’s still the morning, what else lay ahead?
The car explosion, left two charcoaled bodies with no head.
Need answers? Go to the family they’ll treat you like vermin,
Pretend to not notice everyone views you as a burden.
Always witnessing the bodies enter an eternal slumber.
But mustn’t forget to remember,
The police are demons because you were speeding.
How dare they give you an attitude, their life has no meaning.
Rest in Peace to All the First Responders,
Sincerely,
Death
See you tomorrow.
GLORY TO OUR LORD AND SAVIOR Yeshua HaMeshiach
Thousands of miles away, my drums beat with America -
the ear drums as much as my heart rhythm: news of abuse
A mild term for what some (a minority, surely) police do
When they can get away with murder, or "crucifying a man" -
But when I am called to pray - here at the Senior Center -
I jump to it, my raison d'etre, my thanks to Jesus
As I did again today, for Tanie Dora. Mama Lilian had a testimony:
Her right arm, she lifted high, to show what prayer had done
(She had asked me to pray for her right leg, but now GLORY!
Her entire right side is responding, and moving, joyful story!)
Three years later, in her faith, Lilian believes Jesus will "restore"
So Wendy and I, prayer partners for a few months now, rejoice
In our LORD who still performs signs and wonders - imperfect voice
Of mine, and Wendy praying in Afrikaans, we deliver a one-two punch
To the dark side, in Jesus' Name. How good to also know
Jesus is the same always, even as our planet plunges in this or that
Tragedy wrought by human hands. What can God do with hate, our fear
Unless we trust Him for he says, "Come ... I will give you rest" * the burden
Lay at the foot of the Cross. If we hearken, we often pick the load again
And take it on our journey through the day. He will not violate
Our freedom to do as we will; even our freedom to fear and hate!
NOTE: * Matthew 11:28
Good morning
Hood morning
Never a good morning in the hood but let's discuss the mourning.
Im talking tear shed cross on a sidestreet, oh he knows
Black boy knows
Black boy morns
Black boy says good morning to his mommy before he leaves for school
Black boy walks, walking dead
Black boy freeze
Black boy hands up
Black boy stop resisting, unarmed black boy
Knee on the neck of the community
Mama cryin black boy, begging please black boy
I can't breathe
I can't breathe
I Cant breathe
Good morning america
Hood morning america
DO YOU HEAR US NOW AMERICA
Sing the song black boy
Let fire reign from your voice black boy
Burn the path for the next black boy
Good morning.NOTHINGS CHANGED.
Prejudice, inferiority and abuse
maligned, hashtagged, and dogged
heels of peoples uprooted peoples
south of the equator, or elsewhere
whose epidermis strongly hinted
fifty plus shades of ebony.
They found themselves in debasement
within complex edifice housing
facade of equality
ofttimes receiving punishment
their sole supposed crime
accentuated, heightened, perpetrated
courtesy born swarthy complexion
even if prominent features
(think European) quite apparent.
Two hundred and thirty three months
into twenty first century
bias toward slave descendants
wracks western civilization in general,
and United States of America in particular
i.e. land of the free and the home of the brave
keynote doth ardently heard far and wide,
yet many nth generations removed
since slavery abolished
still remain shackled, especially
when men/women in blue
subject random person of color
to physical assault
frequently culminating with death
of falsely accused
whereby police person acquitted.
Day after day, week after week,
month after month... brutish and nasty
thuggish haughty uniformed cops
create deadly merciless altercations
begetting livid rage among populations
anonymous brethren beaten, shot, strangled...
ensuing hatred particularly endemic
within lower income poorer neighborhoods
where bedlam runs amok!