One, Two, Three, Four.....Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten Poem by soren Barrett
One, Two, Three, Four.....Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten
Three maybe four for a woman that wouldn't open her car door
Then ten, a corpse that won't comply so shoot him again
Men in armor, guns at side, won't show evidence, masked, got nothing to hide
Law or execution, all the same, imune from prosecution, cold as their name
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Trying to recognize that there are always two sides to a story is difficult when one side hides from investigation and what they report contradicts video footage and bystander reports. She was reportedly shot twice in the chest, once in the arm and possibly the head in that blood was flowing out of her ear.
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