TONY’S POEM
My name is Tony, I am an Indian.
I am not lonely, cause Leon is here and he is also an Indian.
I hate the cops, they are treating us like dirt,
They always wear a tie around their white and clean shirt.
They beat us, they kick us, they are bossing us around,
One day I will hit him back, I’d love to hear that sound.
Finally we met the cop, he refused to let us pass by,
It was the drop that filled the cup, I shot him in the eye.
I do not regret, he deserved it,
Now I can live without getting hit.
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