Black life matters" we chant
Just when the injustice
Wears a different skin color
What matters, when our own
Clip us down like chickens and
Tear us down with dynamites?
What matters when
Symbols of law and order become
Agents of mayhem and chaos?
Protectors of lives and property
Become collaborators with death?
What matters when
No matter where we hide
Your Accidental Discharge always find us
Forcing us to embark on a journey to the grave?
You say it's your job description
Does it include harassing for fun?
Killing with no consequence?
Terrorizing the younger generation
For succeeding where you failed?
It never mattered when
Voices cried, as the change promised was
Just a brandnew name
Transformed by an alphabet
Accommodating same set of rotten apples
From the ashes of the old
Servants Advocating Ruins Strategically-SARS
For how long do we watch you spill our blood
And do nothing because
Our skin color makes us the same?
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