Captured
like store-bought thunder, the show of force
was completely unexpected. While people prayed, the
children were apprehended and kept for hours while their
parents were integrated. In the middle of the night they
invaded like
masked marauders, dropped by a helicopter to rappel
down the apartment walls.
You better
believe we have eyes in the skies;
You better notice our collective eyes watching everything you do.
Can you read my sign? It’s more than a slogan. It’s a promise
I’ll always see the deadly design behind you’re your
icy gunsights and your night vision goggles.
Do you
just follow orders, is that your excuse?
Is that why you manufacture every ruse to lasso
and detain everyone whose words you do not understand?
Did you check their skin tone first, have you set the
standards so low you take parents standing outside schools
just waiting for the children to come home?
You’ve
masked your faces, disguised your disgust
behind facades of pretense. Are you ready for the consequences
that always land when the tide turns around?
Are you prepared for your judgment day,
for your time in court to admit your blindness
was self-inflicted and your malice was ordered from
below?
