Manifest

Trouble with the trolley aye I was born to Catholic parents Blissfully unaware of How everybody else lived their life and scared of Change Something that can rearrange The structure of the life we enjoyed I looked at boys as friends And girls as lovers My private school segregated both of us Separated. My brothers Were already close to finishing school I looked up to them so much, I knew they were cool And I knew they would do anything they set their studios minds to They graduated with honours Illuminated upon us Beliefs they held and they taught us What's right and what simply wasn't I liked when they made me promise That me and my best friend Thomas Would never tell Mum the honest Truth about all the things they would do And the phrases they would use It was simple but felt so new So I knew that when back at school I would tell all my friends the news And the phrases that we let loose Got us sent to the principal a time or two When I was seven, I got lost at the shops While I was there with my pops I turned around, he walked off I started crying was so afraid I only just looked away For a second, the cops Found me, picked me and up lifted me off To the closest service centre Remember everything they told the vender Felt better When I heard the PA system call for my Pa He came running from afar I think that moments like that Really shape who we are Cause from that moment I knew that I only wanted To be part of the police Help cleaning up all the streets Advocating for peace Standing up tall, and always be saying please My parents liked it, my room became always clean So when I finally got accepted in to the academy I felt like I was expected to ace it casually The first night I was in the trenches as people were gallantly Laughing at the boy Who looked like he came from the pageantry Everybody was homophobic And nobody talked about it Got taught about the indigenous But nobody learnt about it We hated the lessons on social classes Saw the world through our rosy glasses But knew they would give us trophies after We committed a felony But would say it was order One night I was working the border Of the city and the suburb that connected it I lost my shit When these stupid kids Ran into my hip They apologised and said that they meant nothing by it And as they turned, I saw they were holding hands I quivered, I grabbed my pants My shoulders stiffened and so I ran I caught up to them And as they rounded the corner to an alleyway I was shocked when I saw the two males kissing, they must be gay And in a fit of rage I cocked my pistol and I Fucking shot away I can't explain what came over me Emotions flying like I lost the biggest game A story you would only read from overseas A young cop Who just shot Two innocent boys in white hot Rage Cause at that age You haven't learn to deal with your emotions It's only potent That actions turn to motions Getting lost in the commotion So as my partner caught up to my position She was shocked Didn't know that empathy was missing She looked at the two boys that I obviously just shot She grabbed my gun, tears balling down my eyes I was surprised That she tried To help me cover it up I knew what I had done I needed to face the music I knew that I shouldn't run She got the cuffs Reluctantly around my wrists I was pissed All the years of homophobia brewing led up to this I don't expect the families to forgive But I wrote this letter from prison So nobody does what I did