Who is really the bad guy?
Can someone answer the question why.
Justice as we know it has always been
a conflict of race or skin.
Versus the intellect of the person
committing the crime,
And knowledge of the criminal mind.
Why are those authorized
to serve and protect,
Are so quickly to put us all in check.
Without hearing a cause or ample reasoning,
Simply stereotypical, blood-bathing, civil right thievery.
The crimson slowly flows
from the bodies of those unfortunate souls,
Do they have a conscience
as they watch those bodies turn cold.
A blood oath to the brotherhood.
A bloodbath to the neighborhood.
From whose hands will the blood drip next.

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