X marks the spot

X marks the spot

A 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



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