Fresh Blood sits stagnant 

On bullets    
On unscratched shields 
On dog’s savage teeth 
On badges stripped of numbers
On cameras that were never recording
On shaky screens from a dozen different angles
Soap and water alone can not remove what has already been saturated. 

The brotherhood of injustice pleads mercy from onlookers 
We didn’t know 
We were following orders 
We made a mistake
We stand with you, wearing platitudes and crocodile tears. 

We regret that this happened
( and tomorrow we will do it again )