It's Their Turn

The violence didn't go away. It didn't
Even pause for long. You marched.
They filled your eyes with gas. You
Wrote your representatives, who sent
Back canned responses saying order
Is what must be saved. Property means
More than lives, and now you know.
The violence will never end. Don't
Protest. That's a waste of time. Just
Try your best to not be seen, and, as you
Do, prepare yourself, so that, when
There's an opening, you can can show
The bastards you know how their
Game is played.

A cop, shot in the back and laying,
Bleeding on a crowded sidewalk.
Tell me that is not a sight the
Victims ought to see.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-08-25 at 22:53

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