Deny the violence right in front of your eyes
until a flash bang renders you blind
and tear gas burns, making you cry;
hands cuffed and wrists cut as zip ties bind.
Hiding their insecurities
behind antagonistic smiles, they conspire;
baring fangs reveals their fear and desperation, dire;
deprive us of our dignities, their last tactic to tire.
How can they silence us by calling it a riot?
Keeping quiet they incited the flames just to fry us,
guilty before our trial just to fine us.
You call this a thin blue line?
Well it looks more like sky high barbed wire that divides us.
You think we’re the unruly pigs in this sty,
but you can’t fool us just because you’re on the other side guiling,
you filthy swine liars;
just a half cocked tool,
a gun for hire misfiring.
Bystanders better choose their kind
before you can’t climb
across this giant mile wide
or soon you’ll find you get burned in the pyre
and they’ll say ‘they should have just complied
and maybe they wouldn’t have died’,
the only exposure reduced to a footnote when they go Live At Five;
body cameras covered to conceal their own crimes,
no closure most of the time
no rights exercised,
nothing ever rectified,
and you’ll finally realize why-
is someone being alive just cause to be murdered,
or have your own prejudices and pride in your mind predefined?
How many cases does it take in the paper
and online making headlines?
If a broken system's own rule makers
are law breakers that don’t abide
then a true American would fight for those
and defy all those unjustified, uprising
until they expired trying.