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.

The Oldest Lie

The oldest lie we tell our children is that we are all equal.
We pretend. We lie. We digress from the truth to shield them from all evils.
But the truth is we dream of such a world where race, creed and colour do not define us.

We protect them from the facts of life and speak of the past, forgetting the present.
We praise MLK, Malcolm and Mandela as civil right heroes,
neglecting the bitter truth that they took the first steps on our long walk to freedom.

Enough is enough. Our children deserve better.
They need to know our struggle.
Only then can we dream of better things.