Wednesday, June 3, 2020

day TWELVE HUNDRED and THIRTY THREE

to protect and serve

threatening skies

the police usually like the rain
keeps the crime down on most
days

but tonight, the city is going
to burn for the dead

murder after murder by those
that are here to protect and serve,
keep the peace

my white skin has afforded me
many luxuries many of my friends
will never fucking have

i'm painfully aware of such
a privilege

it's also why i never bat an eye
at the protests, the looting, the
mob mentality that takes over
when chaos erupts

they have centuries of being
fucked over to make up for

they have every right to be pissed
and be hungry for some elusive
justice

the powers that be keep pressing
their luck

one day, the cracks that have formed
will be the canyon of their karma

--J.J. Campbell

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