Police Brutality

They dug the soil

to exhume our skulls;
hacked ebulliently with
their solitary and unguided wickedness
tailored with the authority of nefariousness.

We were the victims of their uniform.

We were the victims of their authority.
We were the victims of their utter neglect.
We were the victims of their untamed baton.
We were the victims of their insincere service.

They swore to serve and protect with dignity;

but the green note swore to defile that dignity.
They do protect, they do serve,
while the weak must pay to be free;
even when detained without cause.

There, they played us the fool

as feeble men guide feeble souls.
The injuries inflicted on us
by men on uniform, bleed
like the palladium on refining test.

They brutalized our own very souls

upon the altars of innocence.
They victimized our conscience
upon the threshold of injustice,
where they gave us soar grapes to kill our voices.

In their perilous calls, innocence screamed.

In their match for intimidation, they heard not.
Their hearts are a haven for trauma.
Their songs, a drum of fear to us.
T heir gun a barrel of shame to all.

We’ve suffered enough to speak.

The police is our friend, yes of that we like,
but the brutalization and incarceration
are they not enough for us
to beat our chests and swear not to make friends again.