Police Brutality

It's not a fantasy it's very much a reality
Be afraid… be very afraid of police brutality
In every era of humanity these demons harm many innocents of society
For the wealthy in prosperity they protect and serve
From stone to gun they are following immoral codes of hired mercenaries
Everywhere under the sun there is no hiding no where to run
In human daughters and sons there is great power in union as well as their guns

As a little boy I felt police brutality, I saw one shot a man down
Then told me to run, my father in financial difficulties extended his brutality
A police stabbed me with a gun, whipped me with a cane then lied about it the next day
For hissing his teeth a sixteen-year old boy never got up off the street
Brooklyn New York I saw the body of a friend 21 shots most in the back police did that
When a police say you must I give no second chance to trust?
In court I will contest the law to show you have gone too far

Police brutality and evil doctors of humanity insured by cooperating fatality
The companies of crazed mentality causing great pain and suffering
My internal is crying I am slowly dying my screams have been muted
The constitutions of men's laws are polluted so my anguish is fluted
One day justice will be my token I hope my back will not be broken
Standing firm is hard especially with blows to head, ribs and feet
Doctors care not to treat while the insurance companies cleaning their teeth

A crooked cop not checking the facts, the statement of witness on the spot
Who do I seek payment for their attacks and breach of contracts
My health is deteriorating I am having many spasms & stiffness of the side
I no longer can sit comfortable in relax or walk without breath of gaps
I am so poor I ponder if the next time I will get up from the floor
The pains are sharp when they attack it's like a knife in my side and back
I know I will not live too long for my wife and daughter I will be strong
Deep breathing to redirect the pains controlling the flowing of blood through my veins

Holland's police brutality my wife and I experienced in the Netherlands this reality
On the third day of the eleventh month, year two thousand & one
I was happy he did not shoot me where I stand because I am a full-black man.

© Ank J. SteadySpear, Artist@Large, Poetic MC, The Scribe 2004 IYOTL