Victim of Rage
My son you were just a young man of twenty,
your dreams and goals are something we had a plenty.
You were driving with a suspended license,
the police pulled you over to pay your penance.
The police displayed inhumane rage and vengeance,
you ended up being the ultimate victim of violence.
They choked you until a coma was your only presence,
as your mom I missed you and desperately needed your conscience.
You are now no longer living on earth because of police insolence.
You never woke up from your 11 year coma and that is such a grievance,
sadly, I am afraid you are not the first to be a victim of brain injury ignorance.
Debbie M. Wilson
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Monday, May 19, 2014
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