Bodies

I see the bodies

They bleed in the street

In broken pieces left there lying

Plastered on the concrete

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Ceaseless violence

Pleas for help

I hear women weep and beg the lord for remission

And in the distance a child cries

My father why aren’t you home

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Systemic racism and mass incarceration

Have left a generation waiting

For fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers

Friends & uncles

Who will never come home

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An end to the abuse

Is long overdue

Oppression is the disease

And we must be the cure

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Or we’ll just see more bodies in the street

Next time, who will it be ?

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