Shots

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Police officers
Police officers in line

One shot, two shots, down

We trusted you with our lives

You’re meant to be our relief

Supposed to keep us safe

Yet we lay lifeless on the ground

Our families only left with their cries

 

Who do we trust now?

Who do we call out for help?

When our very own saviors

are the causes of our deaths

Why is it always the ones with more melanin

who can’t walk away alive in any situation?

 

Shoot, why is that the first thing that comes to mind?

A few seconds of choice affect the rest of anothers lives

Forever a hole gapes in their heart

From where the bullet killed their loved one

Our police, our lawsetters

They need to save us from danger

Not be the danger themselves

Poetry
United States of America