A black mother's
Heartbeat to the rhythm of the blues.
Cried of sorrow and lost tune
With only tissue as her comforter.
The enemies have taken her only son.
Hands up, don't' move, fatally shot
A black boy has no privilege
In the court of law.
The corruption of police power.
Death threats, scared voice, blank stare
Another black child was killed and unharmed.
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