One day I had sworn to serve the people of my nation. To protect them from harm, Keep the city safe from harm, Wore my uniform in pride, And the people of my town looked up to me with trust and honor.
Now I do the devils work Disguised in the same uniform And I hurt my people. I hurt the young and the old and everyone who thought I would keep them safe. I don't know when it began or maybe I do I've lost conscience about my wrong doings. You do not know who I am anymore I do not know who I am anymore.
I'm deeply saddened by the brutality shown by police officers. Too bad and too sad.
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.