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We all should be afraid
To live in a nation that uses military grade
Force on a population, but chooses to evade
And try manipulation of the story; they degrade
The whole situation and attempt to persuade
Us of the victims' 'degeneration.'
Police invade the promenade
Like a cavalcade on parade.
They unsheathe their metaphorical blade
To ‘keep the peace,’ but nobody is swayed;
Instead the people feel dismayed and betrayed.
Tension’s through the roof and all nerves are frayed.
Violence is the go-to, while reason is delayed.
The situation is no longer staid,
The ammunition is no longer stayed,
Civility is out the door, and hostility’s the only guest that stayed.
The people’s bodies form a stockade
To protect their community by means of a living blockade,
But police force their way through the fleshy palisade.
They use automatic weapons to violently dissuade
Their victims from standing up, and the barricade is decayed.
When a person stands for freedom, their labeled a renegade;
Even worse, a radical, and they face the force displayed
By a wrongfully placed crusade
Intent on charade.
Justice is placed in shade while morals fade,
And the worst part about this scene protrayed?
It’s not happening in Iraq, Iran or Kuwait,
This is going on in the USA,
Land of the Free and Home of the Brave.
Amendments and rights are being ignored while homes destroyed
In the false claims of order and peace.
And that’s why I roll in front of the station,
Windows down, N.W.A playing,
Two fingers up while they hear me saying,
“Fuck the police.”