Murder Poem by Ethan Connolly
Murder
Another colored person dead
Another colored person murdered
Sorry... she fell
It looked like a gun in his hand
The gun was a WII remote
The boy was twelve
How are we meant to trust those
Whose job is to protect and to serve
When the only thing they serve
Is their racist fantasy's
When they kill a colored person
all they get
Is a telling off
And a caution
Sunday, August 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: color,fight,fighting,government,murder,police,police brutality
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4/18/2024 9:36:21 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yeah you weaved the tale with wisdom. Whatever you wanted to tell is here without mentioning the name. It was from beginning But that ages we say uncivilized. But the now a days civilized society doing it without any mercy. Yeah Europe is suffering from racism and police dumb & deaf in it. The same is happening in India but it is not racism it is castism and fascism. Once world's peaceful country for any religion now follower of the certain religion are under threat T
Your good I like your style of writing