Houston, You’ve Got A Problem!

Houston, you’ve got a problem,
your cops are beating Pablo to a pulp
and that black kid they shot in self-defense,

he was twelve and so was the butterknife,
that homeless man they arrested
had committed the crime of being homeless.

Houston, you’ve got a problem,
your cops are like all other cops,
New York, Los Angeles, Oakland, Papalote,

while they do uphold the law,
it is not our law,
it is not us they protect and serve.

Houston, you’ve got a problem,
while you can send men to the moon and back
your heart beats like a moon rock beats,

while you can show us beautiful pictures
of earth from outer space,
you can not show us justice anywhere.