ConflictA Poem by S. ThompsonTears gather and fall down my cheek Watching the news any day of the week The world has gone mad and our future is bleak Burning it down for the justice we seek But every cop isn't bad yet each one is blamed Not every black person deserves to be maimed Injustice is where our anger should be aimed But more prejudice form and a new group is framed The circle of violence is getting so old Where love for each other isn't easily sold Hearts filled with grief turn angry and cold Abuses on each other become the new mold Is it possible to find a new peace? When the war on each other seems to only increase Death and destruction become centerpiece Now we turn our prejudice towards the police? Punishing them all for the actions of few Sounds familiar like something we often go through We should stop repeating the same history or two Learn to love one another in a new view Being judged for the crime we individually commit Not for other's mistakes that they will emit The blame game goes nowhere if it doesn't fit To the hateful among us is our conflict.
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