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