Kasual Killer Kops.

You try to justify
another murder,
but your lives are not
more important.

Put down your weapon,
turn in your badge,
there is no honor
to be found in it.

Did you hear his mother's cry?
Did you listen to her plea?
Do you know how she
must now grieve?

You become an
executioner whenever you
wear that blood-thirsty
blue uniform.

There is evil in your
eyes, a vengeance when
you shoot bullets
instead of compassion.

There is a part
of you that never fears
consequences.
Because you know
you'll get away with it.
You'll take a leave of
absence as weeks go by.
You will not be charged.
"It was self-defense,
after all."

You'll convince yourself
that you did what you could,
even though America
is bleeding ceaselessly,
her wounds tender,
wanting justice restored.

You only protect yourself,
your pride, your ego,
while the cities light up
in anger and mourning,
and all you see
is destruction of property,

not the genocide of a race.

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Black lives matter. Blue lives do not.
Blue lives don't even exist. It's a career choice to be a cop.