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“HANDS UP”, “DON’T SHOOT”: a dirge for Eric Garner, Trayvon Martin, Michael Brown

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“don’t shoot”

“officer, see, my hands are both up
lower your gun, my hands won’t drop”
but the lawman’s gun remained pointing
soon, desperate bullets it began spurting
so the raised hands drop earth lost a soul
wasted, cheated…soon to fill a six-feet hole

one bullet, one choke-hold
a life ends, without being old

“why are you following me?”

it was dark, laddie was scared
the man that stalked him neared
he stopped to face what he feared
alas, he was by Zimmer-bullets pieced
an eager vigilante with many itching fingers
pulled a trigger … now the hooded soul lingers

one bullet, one choke-hold
a life ends, without being old

“i can’t breathe”

uniformed hands grappled him
losing breathe he hummed a hymn
as he muttered to deaf ears “please
I can’t breathe” give me some release
deaf ears remained deaf, a soul was lost
because a cop was in his rabid power lost

one bullet, one choke-hold
a life ends, without being old

one moment alive, the other dead

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