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What kind of truth
Are we searching for
When a body hits the ground
20 seconds
Short
Redacted stories of
Brown
Going
Down
In broad daylight
Because monsters no longer
Come out at night
They have come to the surface
Wearing blue uniforms
And a star
Under the sun
Where they have buried the
Truth
With a life
Their shadows are long
Winded
That run into the night
We have emerged from the caves
Seeking justice
Seeking peace
Out of broken pieces
Of bodycam videos
Unchained
With our eyes wide open
We reach out towards the light
For when the day turns into night
And the story is short
We demand a higher form
To cast off this allegory
In exchange for something
Whole
#whendayandnightisashortstory
By 4nnaWhat kind of truth
Are we searching for
When a body hits the ground
20 seconds
Short
Redacted stories of
Brown
Going
Down
In broad daylight
Because monsters no longer
Come out at night
They have come to the surface
Wearing blue uniforms
And a star
Under the sun
Where they have buried the
Truth
With a life
Their shadows are long
Winded
That run into the night
We have emerged from the caves
Seeking justice
Seeking peace
Out of broken pieces
Of bodycam videos
Unchained
With our eyes wide open
We reach out towards the light
For when the day turns into night
And the story is short
We demand a higher form
To cast off this allegory
In exchange for something
Whole
#whendayandnightisashortstory