Nanci's Song Parodies
by nANCI mEEK 2/26/00(to the tune In the Ghetto by Elvis Presley) As the Rumours Fly On a cold and grey New York night A young man answers his door in fright Named Diallo Don't believe the lies 'cause if there's one thing the Press won't slant It's an angry mob when they start to chant "Poor Diallo" The Cops don't understand He held a wallet in his Hand He'll never grow to be an old man one day I'm afraid for you and me Is Justice Too Blind to see How can people turn their heads And look the other way Four cops with powder burns What you and me Al Sharpton knows Is it didn't have to take forty-one blows To kill Diallo Four cops with powder burns The cops they roam the streets at night They know how to shoot And they're primed for a fight With Diallo Then someone calls Bronx Station The cops are on their way He didn't run He didn't hide They shot their guns and then they cried As Diallo died As a crowd gathers round a dying young man face down in the street a wall-ett in his hand Named Diallo As his mother cries On a cold and gray New York morn' A mother's heart is badly torn For Diallo
Mr Diallo's mother Kadiatou (right) called for calm. She wept in court as the verdicts were announced. Also pictured: The Reverend Al Sharpton (left) and attorney Robert Conason (centre)
New York State
Justice Joseph Teresi
reads the verdict
Immediately after the verdicts were
announced, protesters filled Wheeler
Avenue in the Bronx, where Amadou Diallo lived and was shot.
Police lead away a woman
protester on 42nd Street.
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