Lockdown is a hassle for white, republican moms.
It’s a brunch time, lunch-in time, crunch time interruption,
deserving of a protest in Trader Joe’s
as mimosas and defiance and declarations of freedom flow and flow
past unused riot shields and PPE bikinis and forcefield clad M*GA hats
that prevent the armoured blows of batons on backs from packs of paid killers,
repeat offenders, life enders, boy in blue aiming true
for headshots with rubber bullets, knees on necks
as breaths stretch
past all human limits.
The white US sits back and takes in the scene.
Black lives are lost in blood in the streets.
This racism lives in the state, systemic.
This is not just the cops.
White oppression’s pandemic.
A note from the author
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