One, two, three, four....five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten

sorenbarrett

Three maybe four for a woman that wouldn't open her car door
Then ten, a corpse that won't comply so shoot him again
Men in armor, guns at side, won't show evidence, masked, got nothing to hide
Law or execution, all the same, imune from prosecution, cold as their name

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Online Online)
  • Published: January 27th, 2026 01:49
  • Comment from author about the poem: Trying to recognize that there are always two sides to a story is difficult when one side hides from investigation and what they report contradicts video footage and bystander reports. Report was she was shot twice in the chest, once in the arm and maybe the head in that blood was flowing out her ear.
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