It was over a month ago when unarmed teen, Michael Brown, was shot and killed by a cop in Ferguson, Mo.  Justice still hasn’t been served. The story prompted my mom to write the following poem.

“STOP THE MADNESS”

 

It’s Time To Stop The Violent Aggression

Tormentin’ Our Nation With Your Sick Obsession

Too Many Centuries You Have Devalued Our Life

With Undue Killings Causin’ Us Strife

 

Why Do You Continue To Treat Us This Way?

Thinkin’ So Little Of Abusin’ Us Each Day

Police Brutality Runnin’ Rampant In The Streets

As If Beatin’ Us Is Some Warranted Treat

 

We Pay Taxes To Have You Serve And Protect

Instead You Constantly Show Us Disrespect

Innocent Lives Lost Too Early On A Daily Basis

Mostly By Burly Guys Who Are Proven Racists

 

You Come With Guns Cocked And Taser In Hand

Lyin’ On Us To Justify Your Commands

As We Witness Others From Another Race

Who Can Get Away With Murder Right In Your Face

 

Callin’ Us Lazy And Blamin’ Us For Gettin’ High

We Took Care Of Your Babies And Helped You Survive

It’s Okay When You Decide To Sell or Legalize Pot

As Long As Our Men Stay Locked Up In Jail To Rot

 

We Don’t All Look Alike Nor All Act The Same

And We Don’t Like Bein’ Made To Feel Ashamed

You Place More Concern On Someone’s Pet

While Our Families Grieve From Your Neglect

 

We Are Someone’s Father, Husband, Son, Or Brother

Or Someone’s Wife, Daughter, Sister, Or Mother

We Are Your Neighbors, Peers, Classmates And Friends

We Deserve To Love, Work And Live To The End

 

We Want To Have The Same Liberties As You

Given Opportunities To Reach Our Goals Like You Do

Not Bein’ Followed, Chased And Considered Suspicious

While Our Purchases Are Responsible For Your Riches

 

We Want Our Chance To Overcome Some Day

Without You Stoppin’ Or Blockin’ Our Way

Our Families Are As Important To Us As Yours

Even If For Them We Have To Struggle More

 

It’s Time To Treat Us Like Human Beings

Stop The Madness And Quit Bein’ So Mean

Let’s Rise Above And With Love Heal Our Nation

Put An End To All Hatred, Torment And Frustrations

 

I Believe There Is Hope If We All Would Try

To Embrace Our Differences And Comply

To The Golden Rule And The Constitution

To Do Unto Others Without Revolution

 

Cynthia Thompson