We Will Have Our Redemption

Police sirens are blaring Outside my tuckered apartment walls. The red and blue lights consume my room, Provoking me – threatening me. The sound – deafening. It is the night, the best time to hide, Under the cloak of the dark abyss - Not even the stars and the moon dare to shine. They are coming for us. Those who are deemed too radical, Those who are deemed too unfit It began with the colossal wall, Blocking our neighbors from the South. Then, the seizes began – first the immigrants, Frantically grasping onto their loved ones, Cries of injustice filled the streets, Bargaining, pleading, and falling to their knees in desperation. Then, they went after people of color Put in various sectors Sweat camps, murder lodges, The best way to extinguish them was to treat them like animals. Force them to fight – To water the seeds of hate Teaching them to loathe each other. This was a game to the higher ups, To the privileged With their pale skin, With their saintly Christian views Their black pin striped business suites. The women were next. Those who weren’t already in the slumps Those who weren’t already corralled into buses Those who thought they would be spared. They were used as trophies – As breeders, to purify America’s society. Some were used for other extracurricular activities. I can still hear the screams – I can still hear their souls dying. Only a few of us had escaped. Only a few of us remained. We are of different backgrounds – Each escaping the fate handed to us by the superiors. Shh! Barking joins the shrieks on the sirens The hounds can smell us through the walls, They hunt us down like coons, mouth’s salivating- Craving, yearning for a bite of tender, impure flesh. There are six of us – Sitting inside this abandoned, rickety apartment – Although the superiors have begun to separate us, Although they have seeded in hate, We have blossomed as a unit – There are more of us, Hiding, like vermin, between the cracks of the walls Waiting, like rats beneath the city streets, We – the people The radicals- polishing our weapons The unfit – spreading like cockroaches The impure – rising like smoke Will have our redemption! 05/30/2018 - 100 years