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The blood they spilled that couldn't be removed
He was strong in life
But even stronger in death
He refused to be forgotten
So he stained the pavement in his blood
A haunting reminder of what was done
His blood spoke more than words could
It's echo mourned his childhood
To his friends and family he was the embodiment of love
To the system they called him a thug
How can that be right When they are administering violence upon us
The Winners of life are the corrupt
Whilst the losers are the innocent
And we are supposed to call this a just system
I mean after all you'll allow murder
As long as the victim is a black person
His family forever changed
By death
Something they just swept away
But his mother knew his strength
And how his story would forever be stained on the pavement
So anyone who walked on his dried spilled blood
Would feel the weight of what was done
This would be his Justice
Even in death
He would not be silenced
Copyright ©
Layla Riley-Hill
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