The Colour of Crime

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They were dressed in black and white,
He didn’t put up a fight,
His family flashed before his eyes,
Their words were harsh and complete lies.

Five… Ten… Fifteen minutes passed,
He thought this is his last,
The assault felt endlessly long,
Brutality was their nature and song.

An honest prison guard is hard to find,
He knew the solution at the back of his mind,
If only they’d let him speak too,
They’d know the culprit is the one in blue.

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