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They think that cos they wearing badges that its power, feeling it be like they wild west. thinking they catching outlaws. When they the ones letting the shots hit unarmed hands on his head. but they not moving as he shouted gun. It wasn't even a mobile, they just trigger happy in blue as the family was in black. Tears aren't bringing his last word back, Mum, Daddy, last cherished thought his baby girl. Tears fell silent as they had knees on his neck, what the **** he dead yet you thinking he needs cuffs, morality took a side step. No one is on their knee no more, hands held at height trying to reach the fallen to show that they still being reached for. I promise we ain't forgetting any fallen, we'll reach high walking the streets. They ain't holding pistols to this many. Hands-on heads showing peaceful metaphors, we shouldn't have to be scared of a badge that's meant to protect not a knee on a neck. Or a gunshot on an unarmed person, due to his demographical heritage. another fell like a tree in a forest. But every flower has a camera and nothing falls silently anymore.
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Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 7:09 PM UTC
Hand On His Head
Never hide your scars badges, of who, what you survived
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Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 7:41 AM UTC
I got this one.... (10w)