They want to lock up Officer Crespo for 27 years
But is the case as it appears?
I got a letter from the Center for Police Defense.
They claim the accusation makes no sense.
Crespo was called for backup, drug dealers were speeding at night
They pulled over and pointed a gun, wouldn't that give you a fright?
He wanted to make it back to his four kids and wife
He managed to shoot first, killed but saved his life.
The court did not tell the jury about the drug dealer's crime spree.
Reading what he did that night, that doesn't seem fair to me
The guy had just beat up his girlfriend and he was high on a drug.
The car was stolen, the gun illegal, not the type to give a hug.
The letter made another claim: that the D.A. dislikes police
If the letter is correct, this witch-hunt must cease.
Cops don't start a day wishing to kill a man
Life in jail for manslaughter is not part of their plan.
If you get rid of good cops, someone else will fill in
You won't like the new enforcers; results will be grim.
I'm not a blind believer, we should follow every clue
But it's easy to make judgements when the gun doesn't point at you.
It seems our driver made a fuss
Whilst dodging bullets on our bus
When Ted Cruz said,
"You won't be dead
If you shoot first, and then you cuss!"
RUN BOY RUN
It runs in the family
green flashes
catch him before he’s free
RUN BOY RUN
what's the matter wit me... gonna get ya...
penny warm glows
Marine morning glories,
yellow jacket...
RUN BOY RUN
what's the matter wit me... gonna get ya...
Blazed wars and strife
Whose behind it
killer weed control
Just like Agent Orange
it runs in the family
Yellow flashes
cowardly runs
RUN BOY RUN
what's the matter wit me... gonna get ya...
Wiggleys ™ Double Mint gum
Shoot first, die now
Die now colored child
RUN BOY RUN
what's the matter wit me... gonna get ya...
21 gun salute
Blazen battle helm republic
What’s the matter with u?
An American carnival
Everything’s free vote for
Bernie Sanders
RUN BOY RUN
what's the matter wit me... gonna get ya...
9/17/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Written for project North Omaha Writers Group (NOW) assignment
*exercise from "Paint Chip Poetry"
Nice Poets
From the US poetry community
there is silence about this new war
they feel indignity
something must be done even if they
know the sins of their own country.
It is easier to be morally right
about others
There is this bitter taste of poetry that
remains unwritten, to be
ostracized and rejected for writing
what bothers them about the sureness
of the righteous.
There is a Russian TV station, in English,
has been blocked in USA.
One truth is enough, alternative truths
are too cumbersome.
Shoot first and ask questions later,
the sheriff mentality rules ok.
And those who think it is a sham will
be hunted down to the end of the world.
So what can an American poet do but
to write about the snow in Nebraska
Tired of these theatrical mask wearing roles. Wolves, smiling faces with sharpen teeth
waiting for ignorant prey. Tired of seeming interested in conversations that are one sided,
guided by those that deem themselves intellectuals. Tired of life's stand stills that keep
skipping back to the same spot like a broken record.
So tired of the dog eat dog, shoot first, do them or get done, got to get mine constitutions of
the piece of pie in the sky life. Tired of haters, that hate, just to hate, because hating is all
they know, all the see, all they be. Tired of fakeness, cakeness, knowing that you can't
make this, unless it's given to you first.
So tired of this love affair of how your hair looks, what you wear crooks, got my nail
appointment booked throughout the year. Tired of the relationships that start and give false
impressions, with fake expressions, then when it deepens, you end up hating your
companion. So Tired.
(This is a fictional poem)
My feet are so big that I have to wear clown shoes.
People keep pointing and laughing, what am I going to do?
Some people think that I'm Bigfoot when they see my footprints.
They shoot first and ask questions later, it's very intense.
One man shot me in the ___ and I can still feel the heat.
I wish somebody would help me by cutting off my damn feet.
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