WRONGFUL STREETS

Lights flashing red blue
slicing the cool air and
treacherous streets,
patrol vehicle swims
by, searching shepherding
the people.

Spotlight splashes
a glowing cone
On an a African male
head in his buryed
hood his own hideaway
special man cave.

Patrol car wails to a
stop, a shape of a law
enforcement gets out
blinds his eyes and asks for
for his identity.

Before he knows it power,
control eats at him, the suspect
body starts jiving, convulsing
hit by a taser at 2am, just
because he didn't like
what the brother had
said.