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2 Way Street
Why do I tense when I see you cruising on my block?
There shouldn’t be any rivalry between me and your Glock.
Steely aviator shades, the condescending smirk,
Eyes that degrade without blame or shame,
The navy regalia lurks
Trigger happy fingers tucked in stun gun trimmed belt hoops & ironed shirts…..
Only the 9mm, taser, handcuffs & baton are witnesses to how many they have killed & hurt,
Hot, with gun-powder residue, well used;
Are the self -condemning evidence of being overworked, abused & beyond retire.
Transistors loudly conspire,
The honored & decorated ears of liars on Blue-tooth say: ’’Ready, aim, fire-you copy?’’
Friends & Judas are dressed alike, how to tell between ally and foe? You’re seeing blind.
So when I see the flag riding beside me, the 3 numbers you’re supposed to trust in an emergency?
All I do is shake my head in daunting doubt,
It’s a 2 way street-
I bless my uncles & my all my boy cousins,
For the Justice is snuffing out black men and boys by the dozens.
Serving the nation, under God, loyal to the Shield, protected by law,
And that’s the whole truth & nothing but the truth; so help them God,
Angels cry, the devil applauds.
I don’t have to make this up; I have just cause.
You’re not the judge,
So don’t dare criticize me,
I see with my heart,
Open your mind & see,
We all reside on this 2 Way Street.
“2 Way Street” 11/3/2015
There shouldn’t be any rivalry between me and your Glock.
Steely aviator shades, the condescending smirk,
Eyes that degrade without blame or shame,
The navy regalia lurks
Trigger happy fingers tucked in stun gun trimmed belt hoops & ironed shirts…..
Only the 9mm, taser, handcuffs & baton are witnesses to how many they have killed & hurt,
Hot, with gun-powder residue, well used;
Are the self -condemning evidence of being overworked, abused & beyond retire.
Transistors loudly conspire,
The honored & decorated ears of liars on Blue-tooth say: ’’Ready, aim, fire-you copy?’’
Friends & Judas are dressed alike, how to tell between ally and foe? You’re seeing blind.
So when I see the flag riding beside me, the 3 numbers you’re supposed to trust in an emergency?
All I do is shake my head in daunting doubt,
It’s a 2 way street-
I bless my uncles & my all my boy cousins,
For the Justice is snuffing out black men and boys by the dozens.
Serving the nation, under God, loyal to the Shield, protected by law,
And that’s the whole truth & nothing but the truth; so help them God,
Angels cry, the devil applauds.
I don’t have to make this up; I have just cause.
You’re not the judge,
So don’t dare criticize me,
I see with my heart,
Open your mind & see,
We all reside on this 2 Way Street.
“2 Way Street” 11/3/2015
Published 13th Aug 2017
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13th Aug 2017 11:04am
the crime & the dirt of the streets;
it's a testament to the blank face of justice...
it's a testament to the blank face of justice...
13th Aug 2017 2:02pm
Thanks John .
As for anyone else reading this
Poem:I am not apologizing for writing or deciding to share this piece.However It is not my intention to offend those who are in law enforcement, retired from it or support it....its a sign of the times & these are the repercussions.
As for anyone else reading this
Poem:I am not apologizing for writing or deciding to share this piece.However It is not my intention to offend those who are in law enforcement, retired from it or support it....its a sign of the times & these are the repercussions.
