Nothing to Worry About

 

the world is a messed-up place

rolled off your tongue

like an arrogant excuse

 

it’s easy to say that

  when drone strikes aren’t

leveling your block in Brooklyn

  when stop-and-frisk isn’t

haunting your every move

  when your baby’s

blood-spattered body isn’t

plastered onto your

Park Slope avenue

 

Black men make up 40%

of the US prison population

nearly half for drugs that

white men abuse at a higher rate

 

drunk driving kills

more than crack

but DUIs don’t attract

five-year sentences

don’t see Jim Crow signage

in courtyards, but the same structures

still shackle the ankles of Black inmates

 

we spend

2.1 million dollars a year

to put a soldier in Afghanistan

35 thousand to lock a Black kid

up with racist laws

a third of that on education

and only 15 thousand dollars

on a minimum-wage job

 

pundits pontificate on

the color-blind era

we live in

where race gets

thrown out of the class

                                 struggle

and intersecting systems

of oppression get no airtime

 

the world is a messed-up place

and you seem to be profiting nicely

noise-canceling headphones

blocking out ambulance and

police sirens in the faint distance

 

a Palestinian kid was shot in the back

the bullet subsidized by your tax dollars

the guy who used to deliver your weed

was just sentenced to eight years

in prison with no priors

 

the drone buzzing will be heard

one day over Brooklyn, but it will

skip your gentrified neighborhood

you have nothing to worry about

we don’t want this messed-up world

to crash your baby’s lullaby