A white guy on the bus complained about policemen forbidden to use horses. I asked, “and what about whips?” The white guy shut up. Wondered where the attack dogs and water canons were. They still have rubber bullets and knees on necks.
Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
A white guy on the bus complained about policemen forbidden to use horses. I asked, “and what about whips?” The white guy shut up. Wondered where the attack dogs and water canons were. They still have rubber bullets and knees on necks.