the city
CONTENT WARNING: mentions of blood, death, violence
THE CITY
broken taillights in a broken city become a broken system
the city a death wish a mangled dream,
the city a blood-red target on your back, the city
a pull-over, a traffic stop, it’s standard procedure
the city a war and the battlefield lined with black bodies
city streets stained with the anger you swallowed /
four hundred years worth rotting in dirty alleyways
can you taste the blood of your brothers on the ground
say their names into the rising smoke of existence
lungs filling up with corpses, you forget how to breathe
black body, black body, black body bloodied and bruised
black body molded for the bullet
didn’t do nothing but still fit the description,
black body hands up, don’t you reach in your pocket
hits the empty city owned pavement,
black body bleeding red blood.
by ANONYMOUS