Hands Up Poem by Ghost Legend

Hands up, he's down,
Obscuring your vision;
Black's too dark a pigment
To avoid that truck hittin',
So they hit em'
Without thinking
Once, less twice, or three times.

Everyone knows violent types.
Take their face as the sign
And watch the judge signing,
"No evidence for prosecution,
Just time off:
Vacations with payments due, then."
He goes to Ebay, sells his weapon
For 250,000—
Maybe buy a grand private home with.
America's bliss.

Don't forget the immigrants,
White man's deepest regret.
Europeans have been here first,
Way before any native descendants.
So keep em' beyond the borders,
Even the young and toddlers;
Build a wall so high up
That Melania smiles for us.

Hands up, he's down,
Obscuring your vision;
Any color's too dark a pigment
To avoid our truck hittin',
So let's hit em'
Without thinking
Once, less twice, or three times.