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May 2013
A lad is stopped by roving cops, who shoot in disregard.

His face is black, he’s on his back, a breeze is breathing hard,

He bleeds and dies, his mama cries, the screaming sky is scarred,

The sheriff and his squad at hand are laughing in the yard.
Written by
Terry O'Leary
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   ---, Mandy Berry and Susan O'Reilly
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