Dead men rule over a nation, they walk the earth amongst the living, bad spirit that has refuse to stay dead.
Blood on street, blood on the flag that was once held high with pride, where is the feeling of freedom? What happened to those times when we could walk the street and give a high five to men on uniform?
Where goes the times when we call the black and blue our friends?
Someone's child, husband, wife, friend, relative, companion, is dead.
Cries in every corner, all voice speaks the same
#End bad governance
#End brutality