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Monster With A Badge


They wear blue and black.
Silver badges ready to cut through skin and bone.
Hearts and minds twisted into monsters.
They hunt us.
Criminals?
A face etched in there mind.
It's skin colored.
They shoot.
Watch as the life draines out of us.
Question later.
One more innocent life.
Taken away becuase...
How we look.
Our skin color.
Race.
Racism.
They walk away.
With blood an there hands.
Too kill another.
How many lives taken away?
How many more will it take?
For change too come?
Our will we repeat the past?
In a never ending cycle of brutality and death.

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