By: Cedric McClester

Bullets come out in a flood
Bodies go down with a thud
As the streets get red with blood
And the issue is dragged through the mud
There’s no longer stop and frisk
But can we blame it on this
When benefits versus risks
Suggests that we’d be amiss

It would be profound
To tell those in the ground
That the crime rate is down
Though that’s not what they found
Political ablution
Is no substitution
For a possible solution
We’re tired of elocution

Very much like cancer
No one has the answer
So I’m merely an advancer
Who’s looking to transfer
The onus to us
If we don’t adjust
And remain nonplussed
Despite our disgust
We’ll continue to combust

Now the Pope’s coming here
And hope’s everywhere
Will he have time to care
About our despair
‘Cos it’s unbearable
Though it may sound satirical
It’s clear and empirical
What we need is a miracle






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