This is a revised version of the poem I previously posted. It is a response to ICE brutality and the killings in Minneapolis:
“I’m Not Mad at You”
They look like storm troopers, armored,
faces hidden, belts hung with guns, rifles drawn.
They invade in packs, like angry dogs.
They killed Good, then Pretti.
They’re taking aim at Trust and Freedom.
Renee Good,
her sweet face looking out at him, she said
“I’m not mad at you,” just before he shot her
three times.
Before she died in her car on that street,
her wife looking on,
her child in school nearby.
Alex Pretti,
they tackled him to the ground
to the snow and ice on the road
pepper spray in the face
held him while they shot him in the back
ten times.
After they died
They called them “Assassins!” “Terrorists!”
“Insurrectionists!”
They were caregivers, aiding others,
outraged by the violence.
ICE in the winter city.
ICE on the road.
I am mad. We are mad. The country is mad.
Sylvia Patience
Sylvia Patience, Author 