Earthly power given to
Insipid men stuck their ways,
I somehow fit the description
Of a complaint that was never made.
Protect and serves is more
Like persecute and harass,
Streets run red when white sheets
Are substituted for a gun and steel badge
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An insightful depiction of racism and police brutality, well articulated and elegantly brought forth in good poetic diction with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Negus. Please read my poem CHILDREN OF CRUEL FATE.