Lonesome Death Z

Zantzinger and Zimmerman whistling out of courtrooms

Carroll and Martin, Maryland and Florida

North and South, February 1963 to 2012,

Fifty years tacked on four hundred

Eleven children, barmaid, Emerson Hotel, Charles County

Six months in jail and a $500 fine deferred to harvest a tobacco crop

Panel of three judges saw a drunk smack a woman called nigger in the head with a cane

Heart gives out and life bleeds in the backroom like a torrential rain

Seventeen year-old high school student, gated-Sanford, native-American county

Police call fifteen minutes, dead within a mirrored fifteen

Jury of women saw a hoodie and a gun

Stand your ground out in public land like a Seminole without a bow

All the bison are dead, yellow blankets, the cavalry charged with bullets

Civil War heroes blue and gray, cloud the uniform between black and white

Exodus ship, farm pickin’ cotton hoods stitched

Front lawns and executioner’s garb switch

Up the victims and the gunmen until life hangs on the prick

Of death’s stinger strolling through the choice of love and fear

Oh, but you who, what is this here?

Care for your cause trampling sense

For anger and fear are dangerous complements

“This guy looks like he’s up to no good or he’s on drugs or something.  

It’s raining and he’s just walking around, looking about” and

“looking at all the houses.” Exiting the vehicle, closer look

One shot to the chest, “These assholes, they always get away.”

“He’s running.”

The ground moves with the rabble.

What goes through the mind; neighborhood watch

Seven prior non-emergency police calls in the past year

Eight burglaries, nine thefts and one shooting,

Now two at Twin Lakes

Police “We don’t need you to do that.”

But that, 

Twitch in the back of the medulla to kill or be killed swats with the fear

That wills a man to become a cowboy like hunting nukes in Iraq

Camps in Cuba a black/white man keeps open

Scared to let loose what may now be lurking

Penned up men with no formal charges tend to keep hurting

Sane men turn crazed when locked up and force-fed without reason

For the way a nation just happened to be feeling that way without warning

And handed out strongly NSA surveillance on a nation for penalty and repentance

Thoughts of fear are connected when ideas become convictions

To see trouble talking that way on the corner with a fruit drink and skittles

Hands on a cell phone, talking about a man that is following

Shaking candy that fits fear infomercials to sell conceal and carry

To not shake out a victim hustling like a fox after a rabbit with a weapon in a tussle

Grown nervous that this minor the fox has got twenty-seven pounds on and a dozen years

Put fear in his pocket like a shield that just in case can prevail in court

Because there is no better lie to extort than to judge by stereotype insight

That this one is the menace boy in the hood that like any young mammal

Will run away when chased and when encountered close up his paws might end up in your face

Because you cornered him not the other way around

So that adrenaline rush of regret starts to beat during your beat-down

Or did you get out and retreat back in and the rabbit traversed up towards you

Flailing and pounding, the wind of words comes hard like the concrete

Truth and illusion to years under slaves to the blitzkrieg

That nine millimeter pistol in your pocket might be turned against you

Just like the police said, “We don’t need you to do that.”

But that fear bleeds from your head like a choice

So you grab trigger first before he even knows it is in there

Is that what happens when love and fear crawl in your deaf ear?

Eat or be eaten, vigilante justice, standing ground involves running down?

ZZZZZZZ’s made the phone call asleep at his steering wheel

Zombie stalking for a criminal execution without gated-community appeal

Call it a lynching, accident, manslaughter, unfortunate tale

The nation morns more the boy or the verdict prevailed

Not certain that a law could meander this far from right

Colors and tempers flung cold in the plight,

That so many fear the color of night

React, claw back that all we need is the excuse of thoughts

True tragedy of what our humanity as a whole lost

Men on an airplane hijacked a religion

16^th Street Baptist burns like a lawn cross

Hooded figure aware of the long-arms of the crow's laws

Chased down by a man who looks almost like the same cost

Latino-whitish man runs from the dark, fear in the mind

A boy standing his ground; thousands of black men in prison CAFO lots

Smear the victim’s and criminal’s tears; all one face as if this land were ever an even place

We all see death in the mirror

Mob mentality in the clearing polarity

Victimization like a name tag for who’s coming to dinner

Statistics and probabilities keep the news trough full with killers

Scintillating headlines race-baiting battle cries

Pamplona red rush in the streets hand us carcass or meet

The conundrum of why is more important than what

Strap Armageddon in media frenzy for a fox turning tail in the hunt

Courts of perception Z selects Hannity the chosen one

To stay fair and balanced for one side of the run

Not race based, but instead on attire

Circumstances of burglaries is tired of the notion

That a man left defenseless is adrift in this American ocean  

Stalker or stalked, was a vision of corn rows under the hood threatening the farm?

An idea like a brushfire tripping all along the watchtower’s alarms

Connecting cops to the dots of devils and saints

None of us are and none of us aint

Homosexual pedophile, black youth gangsta

Jewish greedy Jesus killer, Palestine jihadist bomber

Goes along with white racist

Tie them up and set them to sea

For the guerrilla war of the mind we have waged on ourselves  

Is that the answers are never bathed in vengeance’s simplicity  

We can fight a man’s actions, but not a man’s thoughts

For if we do we only destroy our own to be lost 

Hattie Carroll was struck by a racist drunk

Trayvon would not have died if he did not look a part

Whatever led Zimmerman to choose to get out is car is tied to an idea

Not an action’s reality, for this is the disparity

Between fear on the right and a mob on the left

Ready to kill for a killing been done

Churches been bombed and funeral toll's been rung

So many times for crimes of the mind

Justice is sought and justice is lost

That the unarmed boy did not ask for the accost

Walking and talking if left alone twenty seconds away

From the place his morning’s wake called home

Zimmerman may wish to take back the attack

Put the bullets back in their shells

But the monster that lurks is the fear to be observed

In our gross misconceptions of hell

For there is nothing more pernicious than a virus of assumptions

Spreading our minds to say

That he or they did or will do because the profile fits the blueprint today

Of who usually does what the story told us so many times before

So ask you who, speak in the mirror or children’s bedside say

We are all interconnected, love

Or this is the price we shall pay

Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears

Bury the rag deep in your face

For now’s the time for your tears