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


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