the
pain is in the color. we assume anxiety. another kid is murdered.
many
seek facts, by dear nausea, while we argue over perspective.
there’re
saws for cutting into piles of wood while clarity is unstable. life is devalued
where souls are entangled, we drink mace, or bullets, or one-sided combat:
bodies drugged to mothers, or fathers at funerals, a twenty-year-old son has
died. like mantis we pray, some say it’s futile, but sanity is delicate. so
easy to just insist so easier to die some form of strategy is overdue.
such law-sickness,
in a hostile environment, while officers suffer from PTSD. a bit of intolerance,
or cultural empathy, where people of color resume defenses: hard to look in
mirrors, hard to feel valued, we give, seemingly not enough. the kite is up
those flags are on high, it’s simple to hate color.
something is raw
or tethered or angry. such quickness to kill, while nothing much over the
Capitol. a few arrests. favored insurrection. or better, if they listen, they
live. so hard to see it, to wonder about thoughts, when asked to surrender.
most know the routine. conversation isn’t an option. so comply quickly. tempers
are high, racism is spread-out, officers are tired, depressed, angry, forced to
keep pushing. (this spells toxicity.)
no excuse, becomes
what happened, in a situation where compliance seemed nonchalant. if asked to
comply, we can’t negotiate, just adhere until it’s worked out. the fuse is
short, while getting shorter, so prepare to save one’s own life. we know it’s volatile,
unsteady, with discontent and rage pouring in – so, comply, don’t ask
questions, wait to meet with a lawyer. some need to feel fear in order to feel
respected, or need obvious submission to permit another day, so, assume
position, stop asking questions – get out of the car!
