Alton Sterling
To serve and protect
They've inscribed on bullets
That they've lodged inbetween the ribs
of black innocence.
Dissonance between the black and the cop
Caused be reasonable distrust
Negated by a badge
And four empty words
Black men are being shot for sport
Hunted like animals
And those against us expect there
To not be war.
They expect us to lay down
With our backs pinned against the ground
And willingly take their shots to the chest.
But. Not. Anymore.
Too many didn't have a choice.
So, as long as I am standing.
I refuse to go down with out fighting.
Here's to Alton Sterling.
A fight worth fighting.