“From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.” –William Shakespeare (Prologue to Romeo and Juliet)
I was hewn from the helpless limbs of a tree Which could have grown To become something magnificent
Through sanding and carving Through varnishing and the work of human hands I was formed
In a way, the tree which was mutilated to give me life Was a foreshadowing of my truncheon fate
I swing through the air once again A weapon in the hands of a vehement oppressor
Skin splits Blood sprays Bone shatters
Bodies litter the dust Staining the earth with crimson testament To the cruelty I have wrought Some of the figures are marred Reminiscent of the tree from which I was hewn Which died to give me life
The dark throng of protestors Are but mortals Faced by the immortal power Of those lighter beings Who wield me, mercilessly
I wish to weep For the destruction, pain Anguish I leave in my wake
I wish I was still a living bough Capable of shedding resin tears Capable of yielding to greater forces Not to force the vulnerable to break
But I cannot weep I cannot yield
I am a baton A weapon in the hands of those who swore to protect Yet scythe down those who rise to protect what is rightfully theirs
Ancient grudge of black and white Break to new mutiny of segregation Where civil blood of those who seek protection Makes civil hands who swore to guard them Unclean.
In June 1959, the inhabitants of Cato Manor protested the forced removals of the time. The police were sent in and the protests turned violent.