There once was a cop from St. Loo
Who told a tall tale full of poo
The public all booed
But he was so shrewd
That his attorney stuck to him like glue
He went on an adrenalin bender
And didn’t settle for less than surrender
His young victim pled
But he was shot dead
And His life stamped “return to sender”.
The folks of St. Loo were enraged
So many they couldn’t be caged
And they did protest
Saying they would not rest
Until justice was fully engaged
The killer they said, should be caught
And that justice should never be bought
With cash or with bribes
By lighter-skinned tribes
All parties agreed to give this some thought
Sadly, while they were all thinking
And the politicians were winking
More people were killed
And the dead air was filled
With the stench of their racism stinking.
The Big Picture 