Rhymes are uniform words
Salute is saying “hi?”
Slow walks dictate lack of purpose
Like slow walks from bars, empty words — slow bars
That’s why the police run to become officers
That’s why we run to escape bars and only walk to bars everytime we think we have scars
We listen to Bruno Mars, we like stars
The stage is ours, we like cars
Nothing left, we like rights
We’ve lost brothers, sisters and track also
I blame myself for not introducing this as brutal,
We hate brutality
We hate the sound of guns, sound music and the sound of philosophers
Its certain that we love very sound that dictates rampage
How many times have we said that officers are sleeping, police station — no moves?
That’s why we only trust red blood cells
Bullets have made it to the bulletin, huh!
Boys walking down the aisle sometimes without face masks, its nothing
We see no eye to eye, arrest the case your honor
But have we ever dared to listen to the silent shouts of those wish the police were around
Those who wish that a bullet be shot for the safety of their shops
Those boys who wish that a police and rescue them from the mob
Those who receive no paychecks but threats and at such storms, police is the fortress
Those whose uniforms are baking bowl, office-officer
Why should people not be alike but the officers be alike
Is every weapon a rifle?
By James Musau
Thank you
