Stained Injustice

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 31, 2018

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STAINED INJUSTICE: See the blood stained streets Are no different than blood stained sheets. One city, two different towns Two bodies go cold. One lies lifeless on the ground Two shots, 19 seconds he was down. Hands up! Is what he was taught. To do when cops are looking for Someone to blame... And it's you that they spot. But daddy wasn't there..so no one Told you what to do if a nice car rolls up on the block, And two bullets escape from a drug dealer's glock. Two bodies go cold One lies in a hospital bed I.v drippin'..Two hands knock her unconscious 19 pumps stole her soul. Hand up! Wrapped around a pole, She was taught no matter the depths of her struggle.. An "exotic" dancer is never your role. But no one ever told you How to live through a night that haunts you. Paralyzed by fear, screaming silently. Shutting your eyes waiting For the pain to subside. Physical wounds heal..pretty revealed Leaving damage on the inside. See the blood stained streets Are no different than blood stained sheets. One city, two different towns Two bodies go cold. One dead...One dead inside. Two crimes, one man goes free.. Tell me who gets locked up And does his time. The family of the young boy he murdered.. Or the young woman that he raped. See the blood stained streets Are no different than blood stained sheets


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