Police Brutality Poems - Poems about Police Brutality

I knew justice was a myth The first time I heard about trayvon martin Killed over skittles His killer George zimmerman Acquitted He became a celebrity And trayvon He became another statistic Another black kid Erased by the system He didn't get justice I knew justice was a myth When tamir rice A 12 Yr old boy Killed for playing with a toy He...

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If they shoot, tell my story A boy writes a letter to his mother She will know nothing of it Until Something bad happens But he knows something will He knows the colour of his skin He knows that it means a possible death sentence He gives his mom direct instructions Of what to do if they try to silence his existence...

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An untold story of black British history Throughout history our voices have been silenced But what happens When they take it further and murder us? What about those who were permanently silenced? How will they speak up about how they were 'welcomed' with violence? But I have a voice and I will speak it The stories Of the forgotten...

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What they did to tamir rice Cold as ice I'll give some advice Think twice Think thrice An innocent paid the price Which led to his demise This is a matter of black lives Our final goodbyes We look to the sky As we wipe our eyes A burning rage on the inside So then...

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Rampant and endemic police brutality... flourishes against United States citizens of color going on three years post George Floyd short lived heightened awareness when #blacklivesmatter in conjunction with 1619 project wrought upwelling of progressive surge hinting at positive transformations. Despite random throw of dice proffering gifting, blessing, et cetera yours truly as Caucasian agony, grief and particularly anger roil these lovely bones life,...

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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...

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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...

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when i saw it i was sad angry hurt shocked, and sought my sanctuary 082420PSCtest, When Plans Don't Go To Plan, Silent One Per rules: No caps, little to no punctuations...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Freedom is America's middle name; one is missing ... FORGIVENESS LORD, please be with USA now, you are the NOW God. America needs U "Others" feel hated, berated, executed by cop, or racial bias. Bless us YOU know us! You blessed Pilgrims and Puritans, Quakers & Penn Do it again LORD. Many like Rhonda are weeping ... U heard...

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Agony, grief and particularly anger roil these lovely bones life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness exempts those graced with darker skin tones. Rather than raucously riot, I craft emotions courtesy poetry mine feeble attempt to agitate and protest sublimated thru scathing poetic indictment lame contrasted against violent protests. Peaceable methodology, (viz printed word) versus war preferable mode to conflict resolution opposed to explosive uproar angry frenzied mob scenes...

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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...

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