A CRY FOR JUSTICE
We wear the same skin
Eat the same food
all breathe the same air
but the power makes them a higher end.
Their sight ought to give us peace
for they say they enforce law and order
but all we feel is fear and insecurity
when we see them walk around the streets
worse a feeling when they are plenty
for they do not shoot the wrong
but shoot them all.
I have heard the stories, watched in disbelief
a cop’s knee on one’s neck
deprived of air he took his last breath
all because the man with a gun
was exercising his empowered right.
They are never at fault
unless the cameras have caught them
or the people have fought them
for the justice of the lives they rob.
They always hold the upper hand
for their hands hold the guns
not for the good of the people
they promised to serve
but so brace their fear with a weapon
that instills fear to the rest.
I have seen people cry
and sob for the loss of their loved ones
not because they deserved the death call
but because of a stray bullet or a brutal beating.
They encourage us to have freedom of speech
but it always results into a blood bath
The few who speak out are jailed or humiliated
forcing us to keep our thoughts and opinions
that ought to be heard,
all because we still need to breathe.
The unethical men who rape the young girls
all because they hold a badge
and have no cameras watching
all these acts ought to stop
Why shoot the unarmed?
This death trend has to go!
for “To secure life and property in a committed and professional manner in partnership with the Public”
they swore, a mission I wish they could uphold
and to serve and protect their motto states
words I hope they live upto instead of display.
BY AGATHA BIRUNGI
