Sterling, hustled for the Almighty dollar.
Sterling, fireworks in your chest, never stellar.
Sterling, dark chocolate melted by milk sour.
Sterling, what about those CDs did they find disconcerting?
Land of the free
Champions of democracy;
Iron and clay feet, an interesting demography.
I used to dream of the Lady bearing the torch
I believed she was a beacon, a hope of excelling;
But now my eyes see torture in that touch bearer…
Would I become another Alton Sterling?
Written by Edem Boso
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