Dr. Faizan Syed offers another poignant reminder of the police problem we have.
They say the world is burning. When they see us, don't run. Fly. They want us to turn a blind eye followed by our other cheek. They tell us we don't deserve to be saved. As if that explains everything. They spill the words easily, like blood: Raise your hands where we can see them. Where, allegedly, did the bloodstains fade? For every gunshot there's another excuse. For every crime, a suspect. For every sin another sin must be committed, or else how can we call it justice? Fair is fair. Lay your body on the ground face-down, kid. Who are you tonight? You're faceless under the knee of self-proclaimed angels whose mother tongue is violence. Your bruises just as blue as midnight, just as black. They say you have the right to remain silent. Who exactly, then, holds the wrong? Nations glance askance, crowds divided like so many Red Seas. Yet no one passes through the line of fire. Because after all, anything you say can & will be used against you in court. So when your dream wakes up in Riker's Island, you can thank yourself. They said the prisons are hemorrhaging money & the spilled oil rises where tornadoes dance as droughts embrace our need. They said world hunger is sated by blood. Shoot those guns out of the terrorists' hands and hallelujah, we're saved. But don't be a hero unless you're invincible, or ready to give up all those years you couldn’t see yourself inside anyways. File a plea of "lost." So many feathers lay scattered across the floor. You've been collecting them one by one. You're Icarus. You're Hawkgirl. You're as blind as Daredevil, your faith just as strong. Pray for the rest of us now. For when we prove them all dead wrong.
©Faizan Syed – 2021
Faizan Syed, MD is a writer, musician, and psychiatrist based in Queens, NY and is a member of the Queens Poetic Alchemy Collective. He was awarded the Folger Adams Jr. Prize for 1st place in Poetry and the Graduating Poet’s Award from the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. He has been featured on Humans of New York. Faizan’s work has appeared in Montage Literary Arts Journal, Newtown Literary, Cosmonauts Ave, & Empty Mirror. Poems he’s written in collaboration with Matthew DeMarco have been published in Jet Fuel Review, Dogbird Journal, and “They Said,” an anthology of collaborative writing from Black Lawrence Press. One can find him on Instagram @docfaizan or on SoundCloud at https://soundcloud.com/docfaizan.
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