It's Only Murder If It's Caught On Vedio Cameras Poem by James McLain

Eight hundred thousand of them and being
caught in the mind set of death.
Uncle Tom won't speak out, unethical such behaviour is set.
The Mayor has washed out their sheets, the blood stains
won't come out.
Being poor and having no true advocate the mentally Ill
now learn how to hide.
If it takes a body camera to do what is right, how can I do any wrong
your word is no good over mine.
I must have eyes in the back of my head to see where the bullets come from.