by BAR poet in residence Raymond Nat Turner
Blows and kicks are raining thick and fast, though many miss their mark their mark. But the intention of the 45th president is plainly to take us somewhere we really don't want to go, in a hurry or at all. Are we prepared to resist?
Boss Tweet’s Blitzkrieg
by BAR poet in residence Raymond Nat Turner
I wake up in a cold sweat
Scrambling for the internet—
What damage has daily doses of Shock and awe—blitzkrieg—done?
What salvoes were let loose
while we slept?
How badly
Bombed is the social safety net?
What rights are left?
Is blitzkrieg a 140 character shtik—
Boss Tweet’s clever crafting; swift installation of Fascist framework, the Cheeto Bandito's handiwork?
Or, are unnamed players pullers of strings;
ALEC architects of orders and edicts—pens
Included—narcissist’s signature required?
Bless the left, left behind holding their noses…
Debating a Devil’s disciple, apprentice Führer
And lil’ fella, funny mustache, jackboots, stiff
Salutes; versus Brooks Bros. suits…
(They dig definitions:
“Overt terroristic dictatorship
most reactionary,
most chauvinistic
most imperialist elements
of finance capital…
establishment of
Fascism reflects inability
of the ruling capitalist class
to maintain power by
Usual ‘democratic’ methods”)
Are we there?
Or should we, unsuspecting
Frogs, wait in the water, in the pot on the
stove, while you ‘unpack’, nuance, contextualize
Complexities of class war waged by the 1%?
Are we there?
Or should we spend 2-4 yrs blood and
Treasure chasing corporate slogans
and longing for seats at the table—
When we’re on the menu?
Are we there?
Or is it only the offal office oozing orange pus—
Or the whole bloody, rotten, yellow-taped, white supreme court, capitalist hill crime scene—
Where thugs make the law as they break the law?
Are we there?
Or is there a method to Michigan’s madness:
Flint’s poisoned water/overthrown elected government;
Whirlpool’s cesspool—golf course coup in Benton Harbor;
Detroit under anti-democratic, corporate control?
Are we there?
Or should we continue passionate pleas to
Sociopaths—moral messages to cold-blooded
Killers; treatises, eloquent arguments to
Madmen and women water-boarding, bombing the world?
Are we there?
Or is it some new ‘Alt/post’ patriarchy—
From founding fathers, framers, doubling as
Murderers, torturers, land and wage thieves—
pussy grabbers of grandmothers, granddaughters?
Are we there?
Are we ready to have a conversation on Race?
Race to Resist and rid ourselves of corporate
Killers poisoning the planet’s water, air, food—
Torching Mother Earth—
Race to Unite in workplaces, schools, churches…
Training and organizing ourselves ASAP to
STOP
These mutha-fukkkas; or, perish as fools:
If this Race doesn’t quicken the pulse—
Check your embalming fluid…
Raymond Nat Turner © 2017 All Rights Reserved
Raymond Nat Turner is an acclaimed poet and performing artist.
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