hands up, don’t shoot

On November 25, 2016
a poem by [victoria]

When following commands get you killed:
Hands up, don’t shoot.
When mothers plead for justice:
Hands up, don’t shoot.
When the hurt hits hard and turns to violence
Hands up, don’t shoot

How they tell us racism is dead and shut up.
Stop being entitled crybabies.
Egos be crushed. Hearts are broken. Ignorance increased.
Times are tough when you choose bleach over Trump and Killary.
Colin sit down to protect something going on, and all hell breaks loose.
Hands up, don’t shoot.

Black on black crime gets brought up.
If I have a hole in my roof, and it’s raining I call
the landlord, and he says my lights aren’t on.
Both are problems. But only one will be fixed.
The hole in the roof is the problem.
Hands up, don’t shoot.

We know it’s not all policeman and women
but it’s the ones who aren’t speaking up
and speaking out against the bad ones.
Hands up, don’t shoot.

We the people right? Your life matters,
your voice matters. Your choices matter.
Be brave, be strong and don’t be a bystander to injustices.
Hands up, don’t shoot.

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