The British Police

The British Police
Fleece
The lives of young black men

National pride hides
In lies
The brutality of so-called white supremacy

Jacked up in uniform
Snide, violent and full of scorn
They hunt the black man down

Disguised in plain-sight hunting-season
What is the ryhme and reason
For these uniformed gangs at all

With bludgeon, cuffs and tazers
They stop and search, stoking sparks to blazes
To justify through body cam
Arrest, and charge and imprisonment and death

These inheritors of slave-island militia
The so-called law-upholders (but really violent law-forsakers)
Form a Snide-Fellowship and Brotherhood-Apalling.

And if you should peel back the skin
You'll see the pernicious psychopath that lurks within
That can be called upon to weaponized
All Britannia's kin