They called it law, I called it fear,
When silence cuffed my right to cheer.
In courtrooms red and paper blue,
The gavel dropped, but justice flew.
They frisked the truth with latex gloves,
Then filed it under “push and shove.”
The headlines scream “he had a gun,”
But all he held was breath and sun.
This system’s armored, bullet-vested,
But human hearts were never tested.
Now protest songs beat like a drum,
For every mouth they try to numb.
I won’t be still. I won’t behave.
There’s no reform inside a grave.