Not My Problem

A smile is illicit in this city

Where policemen hang their hats

On the beaten bodies of little boys

And bribes

And just not giving a shit about whoever


It's not their problem

Just leave em how ya found em and walk on by

Seen it plenty of times just like this

And he's not gonna die

This poem is about: 
My family


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