Bang, bang, bang!
Shots rang out.
Bang, bang, bang!
On the sixth, he went down.
That ninth day of August,
two-thousand and fourteen,
a young man's life ended,
with an entire city's dreams.
They say he wasn't armed,
he didn't have a gun.
They say he fought back,
but the officer, he won.
Self defense or ******?
No one really knows.
Except the three who were there,
watching the nightmare unfold,
and so it goes:
"Michael Brown was murdered!"
"That white cop should burn in hell!"
"It was only self-defense!"
But to Michael, they said farewell.
Two sides to every story,
that's the way life goes.
You were not there, and the three that were, are the only ones who know
what truly happened that tragic night
when a young man lost his life.
So heart-wrenching a situation,
yet for the family, there is no peace.
The jury came back: no verdict.
And though they wished the violence would cease;
Turning the white man free
who shot their son
caused an uproar in the crowds.
They asked for peace, but they were not heard - the violence was too loud.
Flags of our fathers being set on fire,
dancing in the flames.
Shots ring out, stores windows smashed;
now, tell me, who's to blame?
This is not an issue of racism,
but of human decency.
The white man should not have shot the black man, but he could not set him free.
It is his job - his duty,
to protect and serve the law.
That fateful day, we may never know,
what it was that Michael saw.
Each man stood up for himself
in the best way that he knew how.
The outcome of what we now know
as the ****** of Michael Brown.
The media perpetuates racism,
there’s a different story everywhere you turn.
We cannot allow them to keep us apart,
and just sit here as they watch us burn.
Please, I beg you, from each man’s side,
it’s all been taken too far.
We need peace in the streets,
we need love in our hearts,
it’s all getting too hard.
My brothers and sisters,
and loved ones, too,
please listen to me now:
We cannot continue to stand apart
when war is happening on our very grounds.
We treat each other with hatred,
love is far from within our eyes.
How can we ever know peace
when all we tell each other is lies?
The unrest needs to subside,
the revolution needs to end.
Is this what your forefathers fought for?
You are ruining what they tried to mend.
It's sad that I even need to say this, but any and all hateful comments will be deleted. This is my take on the situation - nothing further needs to be said. Thanks.
