The Blue-Suited Buggers

Deep down in the system, they fester and grow,

The Blue-Suited Buggers, who swagger and blow.

They aren't simply like the gross snot in your head,

These cops are the Buggers, and fill us with dread!

They plug up the airways, they jam up the street,

While your limbic brain panics from head to your feet.

They press and they crush, taking all of the breeze,

While the innocent black men gasp on their knees.

But a Bugger-Cop doesn’t just block up the air,

They swing and they strike without reason or care!

With a badge and a gun and a violent attack,

They rough up the harmless and shatter them back.

And the absolute worst of this sticky-thick plight?

They can kill who is innocent, right in the light.

They take a life down, but there’s no price to pay,

The System just wipes all the bloodshed away.

No justice, no jail time, no consequences found,

Just a fresh pile of bodies beneath the cold ground.

So shine a bright light on the grime and the grief!

These Buggers bring terror instead of relief.

It's time to blow hard and clear out the disease,

So the people can live, and the people can breathe.