Cry Foul Poem by Richard Wlodarski

I cried when I saw the killing
And I couldn't stop the tearing
I weep for the loss of a being
And for such horrendous policing

I scream at the flagrant profiling
In the guise of bad cops bullying
I denounce the abuse of power
Needing more and more to holler

I see the anger in your face
Just because of color and race
I feel your pitiful rage
Worse than animal in a cage

I taste the cold blood on your corrupt hands
When he can no longer give in to your demands
I hear the haunting sound of gun fire
Disgusted with your sole gun for hire