We hear them say
Hopefully change will come soon
Maybe today
Change will come
Maybe tomorrow
But change will come
Maybe in the future
That change will bring
A changed regime
Officers still dressed in blue
Guns and handcuffs too
Those new police
That blurry face we knew
Shields will have changed
Of that brutal force
Their own sin with no remorse
Once again the running of the bulls
Committing racist acts
Prejudice with every hateful comment
In the slurry heat
Persecution along the killing beat
Of every black and white moment

                             
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