Bloody Hands of State

I. Armed and dangerous

Handcuffs of unity,
Tasers of truth, Glocks
Of justice, tear gas of
Solidarity, walkie-talkies
Tuned to frequencies of
LOVE—young and strong,
Marching all night long, 135
Days and counting, turning up
Street heat, scorching Wall Street
Like Sherman’s march through Georgia
Our best chance for justice,
Our best chance for peace…

Young and strong, marching
All night long, Davids,
Outflanking Goliath,
Sweeping streets, attracting
Anti-war, living -wage,
Climate justice and Occupy
Filings like a humongous magnet
Cities on the moral
High ground in war for
Hearts and minds…

Young and strong, marching
All night long on search and
Destroy missions, uprooting,
Overturning, anything decayed
False, hypocritical, irrational—
Each desperate COINTELPRO
Blow to disrupt, misdirect
Otherwise neutralize young
Warriors, backfiring like
Hoopties on the Harbor/110

II. Giant with clay feet

Forces for forced-feeding,
Waterboarding, Hellfire
Missile murder, for-
Closures, homelessness,
Joblessness, hunger and
Shuttered schools reign
Rubber-coated steel
Bullets, baton blows,
Absurd arrests and
Charges, flash-bang bombs
Goliath-like on Davids—
Rein flame-throwing FOX-
Box foot soldiers, grand-
Children of Goebbels,
Rein toxic Reich judge
Janine, warheads Hannity,
O’Reilly and Limbaugh,
High priests of torture
Urinating fire on hay heads,
Blessing their bodies
With fracking fluid …

The state’s bloody palm prints
Stain T-shirts, hashtags, astro-
Turf rallies, agent provocateurs
Orange fingers of flame, blackening
Ferguson and leaving Oakland streets
The crunch of shattered glass…
The state’s bloody palm prints
Stain our psyches, crimson batik—
13 years of ‘mowing the grass’
Murdering millions of Iraqis,
Afghans, Pakistanis, Libyans,
Syrians, Somalis, Palestinians —
No wonder we welcome David!

III. MK Ultra?

Talking heads trotted out,
Tight formation, narrative
Neatly wrapped around
Neon trail and bio of a
Baltimore Oriole flying
North dropping sound-bite,
Mash-up, composite,
Caricature crumbs
Along the way —

Suspiciously Sirhan…

Why so close to astro-
Turf rally? Blue lives
Hashtag? Why those two?
Could this be de ja vu—
A civil rights coup…?

Former forklift driver/warehouse worker/janitor, Raymond Nat Turner is a NYC poet; BAR's Poet-in-Residence; and founder/co-leader of the jazz-poetry ensemble UpSurge!NYC. Read other articles by Raymond Nat, or visit Raymond Nat's website.