Don’t Believe You’re Lying Eyes!

When it comes to reading comprehension, context is key.

But what happens when the context is curated?

Cropped?

Controlled?

Long before George Floyd’s final breath was stolen under a knee, the evening news had already been playing the preview for decades.

White cops. Brown necks. Black faces.

But you never saw the guy in the penthouse.

You never saw the man in the tailored suit on the 38th floor of Trump Tower, razor-blading lines with one hand and stroking a paid escort’s leg with the other.

That never made the broadcast.

For some reason,

Now, here we are.

Trumple-Thin-Skin, our orange-stained messiah of law and disorder, is flooding blue states and D.C. with soldiers in camouflage, talking tough on crime, flexing his little tyrant energy like it’s WrestleMania.

Meanwhile, the red states—where crime is actually higher?

Not a single boot.
Not a single tank.
Not a single statement.

Because crime, in his world, only wears certain faces.

And never the one in the mirror.

We’re appear to be slowly waking up—slowly, sleepily, like a country hungover on lies and blind patriotism and a triple-shot of self-serving bullshit every morning for a decade now.

He talks of gangs and kids who fight

Says cities fall to endless crime

But murder’s down the streets are quiet

While soldiers march in uniformed lines

He smiles for cameras plays pretend

Then calls it peace while boots remain

The real crime wave not in the street

It hides in power clean and sweet

The real crime wave rich and proud

Behind closed doors above the crowd

The real crime wave we know the game

And silence only fans the flame

He cuts off aid where kids go hungry

Shuts the doors where hope once stayed

Bombs drop hard and banks get richer

They cash in while the people fade

He breaks the rules then laughs out loud

While justice hides behind the shroud

The real crime wave not in the street

It sits in boardrooms votes in suites

The real crime wave smooth and slow

It moves where only money goes

The real crime wave we see the signs

But truth gets buried every time

The air turns black the rivers rot

The workers bleed their names forgot

The bosses smile the papers lie

While people fall and prices climb

They write the laws then break them clean

And wash their hands behind the screen

They chase the poor for stealing bread

While kings of fraud sleep in their beds

The headlines spin the truth gets staged

And silence crowns the gilded cage

The poor man’s crime gets put on display

The rich man’s theft is waved away

The real crime wave not in the street

It walks on carpets takes a seat

The real crime wave soft but cruel

Smiles in court and bends the rules

The real crime wave name it be brave

Or feed the fire that bears your name

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