RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: POLICE STATE
The Iceman Cometh *
She wasn’t an activist
(so what if she was)
She was a mother who dropped her child
off at school
She wasn’t obstructing the Icemen
(so what if she was)
She was trying to get away
when she found herself in a situation
Surrounded by angry men
Heavily armed, armored and vested
Some yelling at her to get out
Some yelling at her to move on
Was she frightened? Maybe
When the Iceman cometh you should
be frightened
She tried to move on and they shot her
Not one of them came to her aid
Not one of them voiced disapproval
They blocked a doctor on the scene
They covered the truth
They lied
They called her a dirty red
She deserved to die they said
When the Icemen come to your town
Beware
Beware if you stand in their way
Beware if you tell them you’re not angry
Beware if you don’t move fast enough
Beware if you’re startled and afraid
They have proclaimed the right
to shoot you dead
When the Iceman cometh hide away
When the Iceman cometh bolt your door
When the Iceman cometh do not stray
When the Iceman cometh: war
* A play by Eugene O'Neill
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