New USA


USA, the red, white, and blue
Red is the blood draining from his body
White is the color of the uniformed shooter
Blue is the color of his phone mistaken for a gun
Innocence can be over run by hatered
He will say you had a gun even if you were naked
It's a constant problem that needs to stop
I don't know who to trust the robber or the cop
Maybe It's the other way around
Maybe he was going into his house not making a sound
Maybe the cop thought that house was to expensive to be his
Maybe he was just a doctor with a wife and two kids
Maybe he didn't have a gun or a knife
Maybe the cop was the robber robbing him of his life

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