I N V A S I O N , B I S O N T O W N U S A Dedicated to true Police officers throughout the land, who save lives, fight crime and uphold Justice everyday, without having to imperil the innocent on a bum tip, or a seeming whim. Mandate for housecleaning, sparked by a dire event. Sunday night, April 20th, 2008. Raiders in the night, crashing through your door, don’t wait for nice responses, compliance or respect. They want dumb, frantic fear misdirection in your ear shouting shrill, deafening orders with weapons in their hands ending quiet dinners enjoyment of a movie peaceful time at rest shattered in your nest in a moment of endangerment disguised as law and order takes your life and shrinks it down to profiles on a smear screaming like fanatics placing handcuffs on your wrists as they ask if you have borders, visitors, or narcotics not one mention of the reason for the taking of your sanctity, the casual brutality of their callous, caustic attitudes indictment without charge punishment without crime spurred by some informer dropping wooden dimes some even chuckling at your wary dismay mock your home’s disarray as if they were invited finally shows a warrant after they’re all done target vague and unnamed, taller and younger tailed yet unfound selling Crack Cocaine all this sanctioned terror just a “Have You Seen This Man?” without the common sense of simply asking the question a judge signed the warrant six days preparation for their violent penetration yet, in all their investigation they don’t even know your name finally they leave in the middle of the night, the locks all broken, front doors insecure, with two floors of people, including a tiny child, left vulnerable to harm in the name of the law forget the time or year if a quota’s to be filled or hotshots need some kicks for bullies need no season to abuse by Michael F. Hopkins © All rights reserved written April 23rd – 24th, 2008 attuned May 5th, 2008
