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WILD BATON

WILD BATON

WILD BATON
Ricardo Antonio Garcia

Gas has been poured 
on the streets and alleyways of Baltimore.
The smell has been there for a long time.
Cops that had the power
to clean the street
but instead waited for a fall out.
Civil disobedience
or Civil Rights would begin
with the first
matchstick thrown to the inflaming toss.
Fear of containment
Police abuse scared many faces
and crippled some
as some died from the beatings.

Gas is drifting
its smell across America as a toxic reminder
that repression is alive and well
in the vindictive natures
of a ‘Wild Baton’ hitting people of color.
Recruiting Souls 
shall be from Church to Street walkers
for even God supports
that these atrocities should end.
Fear of chains
is no longer a suppressive drug
force-fed by the Police 
donning military uniforms of War.
No race 
should suffer the woes of power
as power corrupts
the rotted seeds will never grow anew
in the distempered eyes 
of those chastised by the ‘Wild Batons’.

People elected to help Citizens
are now a strong arm
whose infantry is to support totalitarianism
marching to the drum of Congress.
Everything is changing
though the wind of change is dark
the Light of a People
already delivered from the throws of Hell
shall become 
invigorated by these swellings
and defeat shall be Won.
Beyond the false Promises
it is time 
to show the World that Unification
and support of Civil Rights is nigh.
From the American Indian 
to the Black Man
these Voices stir in the void
and when the matchstick was lighted
the expulsion 
of these karmedic resolutions 
shall dwarf 
the World consciousness
for the ‘Truth’ of these movements
is professed
and history cannot be reversed.

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