X marks the spotA Poem by Neena
At least once a week I call all my brothers
To make sure they alive And not waking a beat That they know their rights Before it’s been read to them Keep their hand ups high Or they will end up dead I’ve seen too many bodies go into the ground Burying our men Just to bring population down So once a week I call my brothers Tell them I love them As much as the cops who aim for the target on they back I tell them don’t reach don’t move Stay silent X marks the spot And they won’t stop till they hit it © 2019 Neena |
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Added on July 14, 2019 Last Updated on July 15, 2019 |