Remembering Jordan Edwards In Prose

Why is Jordan Edwards Dead?

Why America
Is Jordan dead
They say a shotgun blast
To his head
Murdered him stone cold dead
An overdose of policeman's lead
Another bright black light
Blown clear outta this white world's sight
Why America
Is Jordan dead?
Simply because of his race
That white policemen
Assumed a deadly chase
Killed that young brother
In haste such a damn waste
Why America?
So full of people
With a deadly taste
You tell me justice I say make a case
You blew off this young brother’s face
Why America
Is Jordan dead
Why?
Tell me why?
Why did you pull that trigger
I hope it wasn’t because you needed
To see another young dead nigger
Tell me why is Jordan's gray brain matter all over the car's dash
I guess some now feel a bullet has replaced the lash
His family wants Jordan not some blood-stained cash
You treated that boy like he was throwaway trash
No need for a noose now the killer’s home sipping Grey Goose
Your job was to protect and serve
Except when you see black
Then that sight disturbs the wrong nerve
Jordan Edwards didn’t get what justice deserves
Young, gifted, black and dead
A Black Life shattered just as if it never mattered