A sound of violence— performed by ironhands,
B ullets like bull, bullied low-keys from hands to strands.
C ruel cop and sadist lassie goes hand in hand,
D aunting victims; retiring them to longing lands.
E ntitled person with narrow mind deserve roll.
F or badges are dead maneuvering faultless skulls.
G uild for injustices, deserve torturing polls,
H oofing to and fro the summit of the dismal.
I njustices in justice shall have tasteful dots,
J inx the rascals of night and day— let's fly like bats.
K now that they won't be sleeping sound on their grand mats,
L o! Cold bodies of the two, on the side— they sat.
M urdered by cop; inhumanity in our eyes,
N o one shall escape in that metal bars of cries.
O h! May the poor reach the peak of justice that's bound.
P erfumed pulpy red condiments scattered around.
Q werty on this keys and vividness of those lens,
R ampaging inhumane through the aid of our pens.
S omber caused by nigritude and debased on-cam,
T ells the world— triangles won't be welcome further.
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