Police Brutality

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Submitted: September 14, 2013

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[: Police Brutality

Fantasy Reality Criminals of Legality

It’s not a fantasy it’s very much a reality, Be afraid… be very afraid of police brutality, In every era of humanity these demons harm many innocents of society. For the wealthy in prosperity they protect and serve, From stone to gun they are following immoral codes of hired mercenaries, Everywhere under the sun there is no hiding no where to run, In human daughters and sons there is great power in union as well as their guns, 

As a little boy we felt police brutality, we saw one shot a man down, Then told me to run, my father in financial difficulties extended his brutality, A police stabbed me with a gun, whipped me with a cane then lied about it the next day, For hissing his teeth a sixteen-year old boy never got up off the street, Brooklyn New York we saw the body of a friend 21 shots most in the back police did that, When a police say you must we give no second chance to trust, In court we will contest the law to show you have gone too far

Police brutality and evil doctors of humanity insured by cooperating fatality, The companies of crazed mentality causing great pain and suffering, My internal is crying we am slowly dying my screams have been muted, The constitutions of men’s laws are polluted so my anguish is fluted, One-day justice will be my token we hope our back will not be broken, Standing firm is hard especially with blows to head, ribs and feet, Doctors care not to treat while the insurance companies cleaning their teeth, A crooked cop not checking the facts, the statement of witness on the spot, Who do we seek payment for their attacks and breach of contracts

My health is deteriorating we’re having many spasms & stiffness of the side, We no longer can sit comfortable in relax or walk without breath of gaps, We’re so poor we ponder “if” the next time we will get up from the floor, The pains are sharp when they attack it’s like a knife in my side and back, We know we will not live too long for my wife and daughter we’ll be strong, Deep breathing to redirect the pains controlling the flowing of blood through my veins

Holland’s police brutality my wife & “I” experienced in the netherlands this reality, On the third day of the eleventh month, year two thousand & one, We were happy he did not shoot me where we stand because “I” am a full-black man:]

 

Poetic Lyrics… As We Continue… For the Publication “Ankh Chi Tao”

Written By :Prof. NKWNGR: ©-® : 2011 UK

 

Ashe Hotep Muri

[:Jus Cogens Erga Omnes.... Self-determination flowing to All:]

 


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