Next time you frame a protest,
A demonstration on the streets,
Show it as a classroom!
With tables and chairs and apples
For discussion!
(can’t be worse than
the schools you don’t show).
Help them carry them
Onto the streets
And set up!
Oh, sure the police may shout you out
So you may need a bullhorn
To whisper sweet nothings
Or a loud charismatic preacher.
Yes, let it be a church
That can’t be burned
(like the one Mike Brown’s parents went to)
See how similar it is to second lining
(where your daughters loved to show their tits
while staying in a post Katrina shiny hotel!)
a funeral procession in
search of a license
and ask why a trombone
is somehow more dangerous
than guns ‘n’ tasers ‘n’ gas
don’t wipe that necessary talking smile
from their funeral faces
the right to peaceably demonstrate
or the meaning of peaceably demonstrate
“of course we’ll share the streets with you
So why don’t you share them with us?”
Or I’ll say sidewalks if streets make you queasy.
Desks on sidewalks. Fear of a Black Planet.
Fear of Pedestrian Traffic.
The word “Cop Car” is virtually a redundancy.
Shoot from car. One on one.
And, if many are gathered at 9PM, from a tank.
Maybe Don Lemon could muckrake, investigate
Why standard curfews say 9PM is too late
But that’s probably too much to ask
Hey, mayor, we can teach you?
Yes, there is that.
What is the meaning of license?
And, oh dear media, I’ve been talking to you.
Show these conversations
Show these brilliant intellectuals
(and screw your scoffy laugh track at the thought)
or let them show themselves
and get the hell out of the way
Yes, oh media, oh arts and letters
IF WE CAN’T GET IT SHUT IT DOWN
IF WE CAN’T GET IT SHUT IT DOWN
IF WE CAN’T GET IT SHUT IT DOWN
IF WE CAN’T GET IT SHUT IT DOWN
IF WE CAN’T GET IT SHUT IT DOWN
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