A Poem by the Monkey
Protect and Serve White supremacists all around Then I felt something I looked down at a child He was tracing the outline of himself in the shield. The child looked up. He doesn't realize the power of his suit. The others looked in awe He looked back Continued to outline himself No one is born racist They are just exposed to it But it's still our job to Protect and Serve No matter the cost Charlie Roberts April 2018