Police Brutality

One day, I swore to serve the people my nation,
to protect them from harm,
keep its streets safe,
and wear my uniform with pride.
The people of my town looked up to me—with trust, with honor.

Now I do the devil's work,
disguised in the same uniform,
and I hurt the innocent.
I hurt the young, the old,
everyone who thought I would keep them safe.
I don’t know when it began—or maybe I do—
I’ve lost my conscience,
lost sight of my wrongdoings.
You don’t know who I am anymore.
I don’t know who I am anymore.