Detailed texture of an old white brick wall with peeling paint and visible wear.

Gaslit By The Government

ByR. William Parmenter Reading Time: 1 minute

Their fabrication paper thin
Spinning they’re the victim—
When they overwhelm in numbers
Tackling, kicking, punching
Swarming angry marauders—
Pavement pinned, immobilized
Like he was there to terrorize.

But he was only there to observe
A camera in hand to film their crimes,
Execution he did not deserve.

Protecting another, he stood a shield—
A supposed gun, concealed
Never brandished to kill
As he was chem sprayed
Beat, choked, and drilled
Hands bound of their aggression—
He. Never. Brandished. The. Weapon.

So they fired first,
Multiple times until death—
Quenching a violent thirst.

We have proof of your murder
We all saw, we all know
We know
We know
We know

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