The Quarantine Chronicles, Day 98

DAY 98: It's time to fight, it's time,

every generation -- Women's March,

Climate Strike, March for Our Lives -- 

every year, it's time to fight --

BLACK LIVES MATTER

no ifs, ands, buts, correlaries, addenda --

what a silly slogan, as if they didn't

of course they do

except to the fascists

they don't, so not silly, needed
so we take back the streets and shout

a million strong, not silly, take it seriously

they do, we take back the night

against racism, systemic and personal

-- the parasite on our soul --

we take the governor's mansion

against police brutality, militar-

ization, police murder, cover-ups,

white supremacy, white nationalism

lynching, discrimination, prisons for profit

the KKK good old boys in uniform

got their John in the big house so they raised

their poisonous serpent heads -- Whack 'em

back down, get 'em off the force, they won't change

out of the military, back into a sod-hut in the holler

eating dirt and making moonshine, wearing camo

head to toe

-- yet here I am in quarantine

can't go out for a while and when I do

I must wear a mask and avoid all gatherings 

to hide my identity from the Proud Boy cop thugs

until I'm arrested when the mask goes down

on me but also on you, turn your body-cam off

tape your badge -- but we see you! we know you!
we see your desire to bust heads glowing bright
your contact high for getting permission to do 
the Dark Lord's work, no limitations, like you're infected
with violence, with lust, with avarice and hate

I see the virus running through your veins.