Hands Up, Ferguson

Ferguson thug hopestyle

Finish the crackers – grab a smoke…
of Ferguson my muse will sing.
A call to arms – God’s fires to stoke;
let Truth and Freedom ring !

Take to the streets; avenge this wrong
and hasten the end of racist rule.
Justice, though it may tarry long
will find its target in the duel.

Young Michael Brown, like all true saints
found himself craving Swisher Sweets.
He robbed a store, whose camera paints
impartial portrait. In the streets

the thief refused to be detained
and so threw off police restraint.
Though sin escaped, the Law remained
and made a martyr of this saint.

The agitators did their thing:
inflaming thugs to smash and loot,
while racists baited hooks, to string
the press. Officials followed suit.

Angels, although not always kind,
do not display this attitude –
aware of how the police mind
responds to such ingratitude.

We ought to thank the police force
for showing mercy under stress.
The culprit chose a foolish course –
and made a God-awful mess.

Prince Michael met ignoble fate
(that ghetto-Christ, that righteous youth)
His sacrifice in vain – though great,
could not impede the march of Truth.

Ferguson, our eyes turn towards you…
are you now able to admit
while reality rewards you
that looting and lying ain’t shit?

IMAGE CREDIT: time.com
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