forced
into a crowded room
never
will that moment leave me
savagely
they barked their orders
all but one
was made to follow
unable
for reasons unknown
still
they beat him
heavy metal
tracers did surround his face
wailing
like a dog
in death throes
begging
for some form of mercy
slowly
it kept creeping toward me
his ever growing pool
of fresh blood
finally
it stopped
until they dragged him
to the room adjacent
ragged stewards
rushed in with mops
frantic to erase
the cold truth
blaring from the
windowed hallway
still
they struck him
struck him
still
never
was there any question
this man
had done nothing wrong
all that they had seen
was black
the color of his human flesh
for what it seemed
he surely passed
neither the first
nor the last
silent
is the call for justice
plastic badges
shine as gold
exacting
their will
at leisure
as black men suffer
tales untold
Max, or Not 