(This poem was submitted by Guest Blogger, N. Justus)
It may seem to some that we are killing all the black men.
Picking them off like flies, then using alibis,
Saying “I thought I drew my Taser,” but grabbed my gun instead
And shot him in the back.
Well, he shouldn’t have run for his life.
While I had my knee on his head he should have played dead
Instead of talking about “I can’t breathe.”
“Nigger, please,” I wanted to say, but my mike was on
And some dyke riding by on a bike was recording everything on her cell phone.
Caught on camera. Damn. Damn!
Why don’t they just leave us alone to do our deed?
No need to feed it to the media or put it on YouTube.
Saying cops gone wild. That’s putting it mildly.
We’re just helping you out ‘cause you killing each other anyhow.
Making it look like we’re so bad. How sad is that?
You know it ain’t true. We just do what we do.
Just like some of you.
What slavery failed to do
What the Klan couldn’t too
YOU are destroying you.
Thug life. White wife.
Homicide. Prison bride.
No matter how you color the story
It all boils down to Black Genocide.
And one day it will be bye, bye baby
black race gone.