God Is A BulletA Poem by therisaPolice escaping responsibility for their usage of firearms.Behind Your tin badge You hide Scott-free. Like 007 Given a license To kill Without justifying it. Body count mounts With each passing day. Who needs suicide When you have Your local police For the job. Armed With an itchy Trigger finger. Just need to be A minority Or have A mental illness. It helps If you're male too. To qualify For their exit plan Guarantee.
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