POP-POP-POP … One, two, three kill shots disturbing
ICE-cold Minnesota morning. Morning frozen in the past.
Bloodstained airbag. Driver-side door ajar. A
Third Reich-ish morning ambush on crooked legs of big lies …
Expletives dripping from masked lips—shooter man struts
away after blasting 3 holes into the bullseye. No pulse to check.
No blood to scrub. No tears to fight. He prances away as if it was
routine rifle range target practice. Or, the video game of—Gaza.
Made his bones. No one to answer to but remote-controlled, traitorous,
CRC: Cruel Reich Cult. They got his back. The violence-worshipping
vampiric cult celebrates bloodshed. And for its Fox-box foot soldiers
heirs of Goebbels quickly begin to spin half-truth straw into big lie gold …
No semiautomatic “thoughts and prayers.” No “Political violence is
unacceptable.” “Indefensible.” or, “has no place in our democracy.”
No “good guy with gun is the only thing that could’ve stopped bad guy
with gun.” Mother-poet-guitarist-legal observer’s character must die too.
Career criminal 34-count felon floods the zone riddling her body with dreck-
dipped bullets. Buckeye big lie “Haitians are eating the dogs” architect empties
his clip center mass. Puppy-killing princess of darkness, fires “domestic terrorist”
shots. “Weaponized vehicle” shots. Blonde Lil Eva Braun blasts “lunatic” rounds …
School Shooting Du Jour; War Of The Week; Nonstop Genocide—
Holy trinity, sacred triad of violence worshipped daily by Warfare State.
And besides, didn’t its high priest—pomade man—prance and pontificate to a roomful of medals “ Maximum lethality—not tepid legality.” “Violent effect—not politically correct?”
Raymond Nat Turner is a NYC poet; Black Agenda Report's Poet-in-Residence; and founder/co-leader of the jazz-poetry ensemble UpSurge!NYC.
