Another One Bites The Dust.
Tis a song by an old band called Queen,
In the days of rock’n’roll, with stage lights and flashing screens.
I have to wonder, and indeed, one must,
What they were referring to “Another One Bites The Dust.”
It seems odd a song so old
Could be so fitting
To a problem so unremitting.
Where badge-ed man so cold,
Pull out the weapons they more trust.
Bang! “Another One Bites The Dust.”
One by one by one, the bodies pile up.
The endless toll, the innumerable protests,
Are invariably never enough.
Politicians say it’s fine, let the problem rest.
They don’t understand the fuss,
When Another One Bites The Dust.
Insist there’s no problem, insist it’s fine.
Make sure to keep quiet.
Morality’s still behind that thin blue line.
You’ve no right to riot.
The courts and the cops
Insist we all shrug it off.
So what if a father or a daughter lost their life?
It’s their fault, the cops are certain.
They, after all, were the ones causing the strife,
Even though three years ago, they peeled back the curtain.
And we saw the bones piling up, collecting bloody rust.
And their red hands are not the hands of the just.
Another One Bites the Dust.
In remembrance of Charleena Lyles, Philando Castille, and all the other thousands who’ve lost their life to police brutality.
Black Lives Matter.