I saw what happened to black and brown
My dream of a shiny badge evaporated with tears to ground
How ironic, a darkness that is afraid of the shadow I cast
A sword that fears the sting of paper cuts and glass
Of all of the monsters dreamed up in my bunk bed
The dream police fill me with the most dread.
They’re in the headlines
Ready to welcome you to their headlights
Creatures like this must be fables
Creatures like this get you at your own kitchen table
In my dream I cry out for a place
In my dream maybe the police won’t shoot but mace
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