|12th April 2001 - Page 3|
He reached for her tender hands. Her willowy form seemed to melt under his sad, penetrating gaze. He stroked her hand gently, lovingly. It was cold. He touched it to his lips. So much to say, so little time. Her guileless face was so young; so fresh, so innocent, that it broke his heart. He took a sharp deep breath. He had to start somewhere.
The streets were dark and lonely,
The cop's car stood around the corner,
Suddenly around the alley,
The echo's of gunshots were heard.
"Who's there?" the cop shouted,
And there lay a man badly hurt.
The cop then looked around,
There stood a man, right there.
He put his hands into his pocket,
And instantly the cop shot him dead.
Then the ambulance arrived,
And later thorough investigations were made.
The fingerprints of the man the cop shot,
Were negative in this case.
Every man has his day in court,
And so did the cop.
Why did you kill the man sir?
Why did you feel he was suspicious?
Forensics prove he's not the man,
Who killed the victim in the alley.
He was simply walking by,
After meeting his sister Sally!
"I don't know" the cop replied,
It was an inner intuition.
He looked like a murderer,
Crime seemed his inclination.”
The lawyer thoroughly questioned him,
Till the cop had tears in his eyes.
“This cop is prejudicial I say,
Don't get carried away by his cries.”
"So sir tell me again,
Why did you shoot the man?
He didn't look like a murderer at all.
You just assumed he was,
And just because he was BLACK!!"
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