Read Poem: June 04, 2020 in Buffalo, NY, by E. I. Q.

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

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