Bankrolling blu klux klans?

Rhythms of red, white, blue ‘party’
lights flashing beneath screaming
sirens; The rush of warm crimson
drawing 2, 4, 6, 8, 10—and then some…

Robotic legs, arms—possessed—
punching, kicking a fetal fraction—
prone red shirt; black face; fractured
eye socket, exploding eyeball; broken
ribs drowning in swarming blue savagery:
The viral video sparks flashbacks to a few
of my… narrow escapes…

“Keep still, punk, or I’ll bust
your damn head open!”
13 year-old reaching for wallet,
complying with ID ‘command…’

“You been runnin’, haven’t you, boy?”
15 year-old jogging to get home before
Curfew; before cuffing and seating in
black and white backseat…

“Someone robbed a store down the street—
your jacket and cap match the description;”
Gun in gut of a
20 year-old strolling home from library…

Back to the viral video—
infested with dozens of loitering,
swaggering, threatening gun-thugs
Ambling, dawdling, strutting,
prancing, parading, promenading,
putzing ‘bout—on our clock—blocking
Residents from their neighbor’s slowly
fading cries for help…

Are we financing the framers—“Finding
Fathers—“ finding evidence locker guns,
knives, drugs—magically appearing at
shootings—or in poor peoples’ pockets?

Are we funding the epithets fired through
donut holes—like ‘rubber’ bullets shred-
ding the 1st Amendment?

Are we subsidizing six-figure salaries and health-
care for killers masquerading as ‘peace’ officers?
Are we paying pensions for the privilege of ’10-
ring’ targeting on lethal 9-1-1 calls?
Are we suckers and losers, bankrolling blu klux
klansmen—death squads slaughtering 1,000 a year—
Sucking up .50 cents of our every dollar?

Are we underwriting Rotten Orchard bad
apples protecting/serving the 1%? Are we
bankrolling badges breaking bones—“earning
ink—” on our dime?

Are we bankrolling Banditos, Riders, Regulators,
Executioners, Vikings, Spartans, Grim Reapers,
Jump Out Boy-white supremacist dinosaurs—use-
less as milk pails beneath bulls?
The Gloves Davis, Foot Doctor Siapnos, Choker
Vasquezs, Clubber Williamses of the world?

Are we blinded by Blue Ribbon Commissions
crooning “Body-Cam” and “Better Training
Blues,” professing to teach Al Capone etiquette;
Andrew Jackson Native American Medicine—
Hitler Torah?
Or, are we ready to return thin blu lines of inked
arms, bent badges to 1850s enclaves—Abolishing,
Dismantling, disassembling, de-
constructing ‘collective’ EXTORTION agreements?

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.