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Sep 2018
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A little boy dead,
Shot down by a cop in the street
Another victim laid at their feet,
All we see is red,
The community stricken with grief
Adding a whole new chapter to the beef,
Another trial for the world to dread,
Once again they get off scot free
Can you imagine the image that paints for me?
There are no fences to mend
This is a running trend

Welcome to the court
Officer Jones please report
He was just another ****
Just a stupid little bug
I swear he had a knife out
How could I not doubt
I feared for my life
I have a child and a wife
Why does he even matter
We should stop this useless chatter
We all know how this ends
Why bother making amends

Mr. Brown you were a witness
Could you speak on this business
I'm sad and depressed yet you ask me to speak
The child had no say he was thoroughly weak
Did a child of nine really frighten you
What other ******* would you like to spew
You saw a knife while we saw a pen
Blacks ain't never allowed to find their zen
If were not thugs and criminals y'all cant sleep
All you ever want are mindless sheep
You gun us down to have us stop
Then hold these trials that always flop

I'm mentally drained
Undoubtedly strained
You never let us rest
Always ready to be a pest
That woman there crying, despairing so loudly
His mother, his saint, wounded so soundly
That man there crying, pacing so sadly
His father, his teacher, parading so  wildly
Will you ignore their pain
And allow it to rain
Or allow them to win
To **** off one sin

Now you America its time for your trial
Just how long will you live in denial
Skeletons fill your closet
And yet you made a profit
You've destroyed our lives
But what is your prize
Your country is divided
These actions misguided
Our anger our pain
You believe they'll be slain
Be forgotten and stopped
I refuse to be dropped
To die like a dog
and lose to a false god.
Written by
Ifeanyi Ndolo  24/M/Largo
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