The Camera

A Poem by BelfastBhoy69

A poem about the blatant murder of Freddie Gray in Baltimore, in the U.S. in April 2015.

The Camera.

To protect and to serve, was what we were fed,
Keeping us safe, as we sleep in our bed,
But a traffic offence, was too much for one,
The driver no match, for a cop with a gun.

Afraid because, of a felony past,
He started to run, this action his last,
"Resisting arrest," was what the police claim,
"Stolen a Taser, afraid he'd take aim."

Defending himself, in a way that he knew,
Taking him down, was all he could do,
But its open-season, if you are black,
The white police officer, pumped rounds in his back.

Dressed in old jeans and his favourite shirt,
Already dead, as he hit the dirt,
Planting a Taser, where his body lay,
Riddled with bullets, on that April day.

Checking for life, of which there was none,
Still pointing with pride, that smoking gun,
The now lifeless body, made him feel tough,
As he tugged at the wrists and proceeded to cuff.

But dead men don't fight, can't challenge your pride,
Changing your story and oh how you lied,
But the camera it caught you, in your shameful sin,
As you murdered a man, because of his skin.