As promised to my Myspace readers, a poetic account of my brother Tony's run in with the Kennewick Police Department. Hit the Myspace link in my den profile to read the story in Tony's own words. Note: This is an isolated account of police brutality and does not depict my overall opinion of the officers that serve us. I do however, take great pleasure in exposing this particular story.

Do you remember Officer Protect and Serve,
that night in the alley.....? So close to shift
change the innocent girl was struck in the
face by a drunkard. You and your gang of blue,
Kennewick's finest.....Lackadaisically attempting
to disperse the crowd while someone's daughter
lay in the street screaming.....bleeding. No
paperwork tonight-right? Were you surprised at
the demands of a lone voice in the shadows?
"What is your job? Why then, are you not doing
it?" Words ripped through your ego's protective
vest like armor piercing rounds. A citizen holding
YOU accountable for YOUR lack of action? A
minor irritant for you, Hallowed Authority Figure.
Do you remember your solution Peace Officer?
Public humiliation forces public intimidation. The
tactical employment of nightsticks, kneecaps and
cannibalization of civil liberties.....right? Three
trusted Enforcers forcing an already compliant
citizen, victimized by complacency to comply.
Hands willingly offered to you with no defense
for rib crushing blows. Did you feel big that
night.....Master of Interpersonal Communication?
You got your bust, still oblivious to a young
woman's fate of injustice. Did you not recognize
who you attempted to beat into submission? The
clues were there as you rummaged through his
belongings.....obnoxiously discarding them onto
the street! His name was Tony.....A descendant of
warriors with photographic memory, a veteran of
Afghanistan, and the brother of a merciless poet!
Peace be unto you Protector.....Until the lone
voice in the alley becomes many-
And you my friend, become the void that produces
a new vacancy within the gang of blue.