they don't ask questions
they act there and then
guns on the streets
randomly blasting away
ever poised to cut short a life
with a ruling spray
guns misdirected
not utilized with forethought
causing the Afro American community to feel
like it registers a naught
the leveling bevel
of justice not seen
control is in the hands of cops
with bullets so keen
on the streets a disquiet grows
black youths given little of no chance
by the men in uniform
who call the dance
they mow them down
they take lives away
which leaves on the streets
a saddening tear to stay
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC
they don't ask questions
they act there and then
guns on the streets
randomly blasting away
ever poised to cut short a life
with a ruling spray
guns misdirected
not utilized with forethought
causing the Afro American community to feel
like it registers a naught
the leveling bevel
of justice not seen
control is in the hands of cops
with bullets so keen
on the streets a disquiet grows
black youths given little of no chance
by the men in uniform
who call the dance
they mow them down
they take lives away
which leaves on the streets
a saddening tear to stay
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