“Know your place”- a short story

My best friend died today in a pool of blood,

Shot by a cop.

He was protesting for equality

For equity,

But none of that matters to those boys in blue.

They came within minutes,



Dragging protesters and throwing them in the squad cars.

How many will we see again?

Not my friend.

He tried to stop the cops from beating his girlfriend.

So they shot him.

When they are asked about it weeks later they will say

“He should’ve known his place”

Yet they never have to learn theirs…

Published by dustyplz

A thirty-something from PA. Lives with his father and pet cat (Captain Admiral President Ninja Master Snuggy). Works part-time as a grocery clerk with the standard greater aspirations of not being a grocery clerk. Writes short stories and poetry when time permits. Other interests include reading, playing video games and revolution.

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