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Cover Up

The truth is
He wasn't mine
He was yours
Sister
Yet I
Was there to protest
And as all of those
Who cried
Professed their love
Most did not provide
Their time

They were not there
To challenge the police
They would not dare
To hold a sign demanding peace

Your supposed grief
I was there
And you
Cried
So frantically
Fell to your knees
At the sight
Of his carcass

Along with all of them

Yet it was her and I
And another girl I didn't know
Holding the signs
This a coverup

Go

And I take this display
Take it with me
To reflect
Their apathy
So in the end
Sister
Though he was
Your lover
I was caught on the line
To get him justice
Where the fuck were
You

Written by jenny_is_hungry

Published 19th Sep 2024

Author's Note

Daddy was rich in allies to cover up his son's lies as he said his light was green, and the investigation showed they were both, and you died in front of a crowd but played down when protest came around. All those dozens that shared were not there, trying to stay safe from the prepared, elite. So I still out my neck. For you
For him. It's always the same shit. You bitch and I fight. You're a fucking lying hypocrite, and a weak, following �mind. They killed him in cold blood. And as you fell at his funeral, along with so many others, there were only three of us that day
Looking pathetic with our signs saying a sheriff's son got away with murder. You hate me, sister? Don't worry. I hate you too.