injustice.
the bell still rings when i think about diallo.
those boys were supposed to be in blue, instead
they rolled up on you like a common citizen in unmarked cars,
boldly claiming that they were some legit policemen.
they shot at you with their machinery.
blasted you countlessly with fatally steel bullets.
blasted you with bullets made of prejudices.
blasted you with bullets filled with no remorse.
penetrating inside of you both a cold, cold death.
they were just protecting themselves.
doing their duty.
even after maliciously MURDERING you,
they were acquitted - sentenced to walk away, free.
but the lives of your family members and friends
were placed behind bars of torment and misery.
and still, you were in the wrong because you were
coated in a skin so deeply and richly colored.
you were a target and they were at practice.
this was the cost of you being an innocent black man on the streets of NY.
and the bell still rings when i think of diallo.
