Ten people marched, pleading,
“Have mercy on us, and send Lazarus
to dip the tip of his finger into water and cool our tongues,
for we are in agony in this fire.”
With a white, blinding, light,
the police descended upon them with bicycles,
mace and handcuffs.
(oh yes, that white bright guilt hurts
but not like the mace).
They shouted as they knocked them to the ground,
BACK UP,
BE STILL, AND KNOW THAT
I AM GOD.
Truly, I say to you,
I am the Lord, your God, who brought you out of slavery.
Follow my commands:
Thou shalt not walk in thy neighborhood at night.
Thou shalt not reach for thy wallet.
Thou shalt not sleep peacefully in thy black grandmother’s home.
Thou shalt not attend a party.
Thou shalt not sell single cigarettes.
Thou shalt not drive with a broken tail light.
Thou shalt not make any improper lane change.
Thou shalt not exist in a vehicle which may be subject to a routine traffic stop.
Thou shalt not exist in a body with dark skin.
Thou shalt not exist.