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Dec 2015
Not once but the number of stars on their shoulder
I wish miracles existed 'cause he'll never survive
Is this what is meant by laws being bolder?
Taking the life of a youngster holding just a knife?
Live ammunition shot by fatuous brains
Bury our bodies but our soul remains
Venting on reality. The unjustified decisions police  make.
Utterly unacceptable.
koketso
Written by
koketso  southern africa
(southern africa)   
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