The victims of Police brutalities
Will not get any forms of justice,
Because most bloody grand juries,
Grand wizards cannot see. Without eyes,
There is no vision, no action.
Without ears, there is no reaction,
No sound. In Ferguson,
The grand jury was strange and stupid.
In Staten Island, in New York City,
Those idiots were lucid,
But were blinded by the veil of ignorance.
Many grand juries work backward,
They indict the victims, the innocents.
They make no kind of sense,
And don't believe in going forward.
In these messy kangaroo environments,
The minorities must fight the elements,
In order to find peace,
Respect, fairness, and justice.
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