Accused and convicted

They say the smell of fear
Can never be purged from that patrol car
Fear like a raging boil
Exploding into the roiling pus
Of rage, of naked rage.

Michael Brown lay dead in the street
The red, red wine of youth
Flowing into the gutter.

Accused and convicted,
Executed for the crime of being
Young, brown, and foolish.

It’s an old story.

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