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Blood Shed by the hands of The Blue

The smell of our brother's and sister's blood still lingers,
As we continue to march through these streets,
The whimpers and cries of our ancestors,
Is certainly what drives us onto one beat,
On one accord,
It's the fact that three hundred years later,
We're now in the same place they were,
Front row and centered just so the white man can pull the trigger,
They were whipped and lynched,
Hunted and dehumanized
What's the difference now you ask?
There's all these cameras around,
So no,
America never changed,
The time just did,
Hate for our melanin evolved,
While Slave Patrol was changed to "Law Enforcement,"
"Protect and Serve" was never for the benefit of a negro,
So what would make you think that it was now?
Our blood remains as a permanent, invisible stain on their blue armor,
Invisible because at the end of it all,
They'll be protected by the law,
While we're still marching,
While we're still mourning,
While our hands are still up,
While we're trying to break free out of Babylon,
While our bodies are still being targeted...while the genocide of US is being committed by Blue Lives.
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