Not a single heart among a nameless, faceless, uniformed mob Informed by a system intent to do more harm than good Uninformed of the way in which they wear a uniform that makes them see monsters beneath every hood And every mask—don’t bother to ask questions Answers don’t matter now as long as you stand with Black Lives Matter, man Knock an old man to the ground and walk away while his ears bleed Shoved him down without need, without cause built To offer help is to offer an admission of guilt That’s how you’re trained to see things instead of how to think things through in order to do the right thing Then claim he tripped and fell like how JFK’s brains just fell out of his head, too Whose law is at work in this disorder? And are there any borders you’re unwilling to cross to establish the right order? And what good could ever come of this, the way it is and the way it’s been, for anyone —including you— who isn’t sat atop the pyramid? It’s a scheme where they sell dreams to everyone who stands beneath their privilege Because it seems as though there’s something more important for you to do Than to be a brother or a sister to your fellow citizens Who you now see as merely wOkE denizens Of a world that’s rightfully yours, the lawfully good I would laugh if I could but it’s an awfully bad joke
This poem was originally shared over at Phoenix Fire Press on June 05, 2020.