BOOMBOX
we sat peacefully
you beat us up
we laughed
at you
you beat us up
we took pictures
you beat us up
the world said
no more
more
you beat us up
you told the world
we did the beating
you beat
us up
we took
a beating
we showed the world
our scars, our wound,
our bruises
you beat us up
the world said
that’s enough
we walked into your
high sanctuary
playing
a boombox
boombox boombox
boombox boombox
had
a party
celebrating
your disappearance
POLICE BE
police be
a reality
peace
uphold
the vanity
steamroll through
happy metaphor
such as
carnival
of Peace
cracking heads
breaking ribs
the like it when
you go
crunchy
(much prefer
to smooth)
came in ranks
came in files
along
the flanks
a navy blue line
many navy blue lines
that
in storming
the stairs
fell
out of step, became
Mongol horde
become
throwback
sheriff and
all those deputies
Bob Marley missed
rowdy, bouncy,
sad that
there have
to be prisoners
their mission, God-given,
all about nipping whatsoever
with
measure
of violence
in the bud
poems 2 die for