Updated: Jul 27
World, Reporter: The Citizen
Video Courtesy: Reddit
No comedy, Nor the satire can lighten up the mood,
blue robes become orange when they're the ones inflicting wound,
In the protests is a fire too strong for you to stop,
Why do you elites look so confused and angry?
It was your ignorance that made innocent black bodies drop,
Every time those guns went pop-pop in the hood,
The bullet left embers plenty that burnt our souls like the Cedar Wood.
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