28 hours (a story of a young black man)

until the day, that the color of a man's skin is of no more significance than the color of his eyes, me say war -Bob Marley

28 hours (story of a young black man)

One black man is killed every 28 hours by police in the United States

Hands up! Get on the ground!

Keep quiet, and don’t turn around

I have orders to follow, I am here to serve

If you’re black, you get what you deserve

Innocent until proven guilty, try again.

You’re walking to school? I’ll end with a bang

Stand your ground, I stood mine

You are on the ground bleeding, and I’ll stage a fight

Resisting arrest! Someone I didn’t resist to arrest

Looked suspicious carrying your book

So I put your soul to rest

Turn on the news, lets take another look

A young black man, a threat to society

Let me unload my gun, end the anxiety

A loved one that will never come back

A life claimed, because he was black

Reviews

[Nikki]

I wanted to become a police officer... >.> I wouldn't be like this though.... Then again, I want to do/be everything it seems.. But without merit or reason.. Like bombing an entire country to get one man... It's souless.. Devouring.. If only people could just be straight up and good.... But you know absolute power--yadda yadda yadda.

[juniperpiglet]

Really like the first stanza- that and the last are really vivid and rhythmic.
I had a bit of trouble following the second stanza- the rhyme scheme shifts in the second and third stanzas, and the story gets a bit muddled for me. I love the stand your ground line, and I think
the ideas are really good, and could be clarified.
More people should be writing about this