Memo to Palin

I "cling to my religion"
in times of trouble
and double that effort
when reaching for "my gun"
to protect family and livelihood

I am bitter, it spewed from my womb
in the last black male I bore
his anger seeping through
pores that have seen
too much youthful blood spilled
in displays of frustration
and bad aim cross-fire-drive-byes

There's no excuse for a noose
around a tree in Jena
nor is there a time
for killing thoughts of freedom
that have lingered in the minds of those
who've been placed in circumstances
that won't allow fodder for shoe straps

I come to the table with resources
that course through time
and through space
to grace reality
because there is no way
you are going to diminish
my
community organizational
abilities
by mocking
what my people have done
from the pulpit to the grave

Oil addicts don't surprise me
Bush, and his senior come from gushing
and my guess is someday they will
drown themselves in the blackness of it all

It's already been written
these times we are witnessing
where wheat costs a fortune
and it is harder still
to feed babies giving suck
because greed has run amuck
and so many say; "fuck my brother"
and look the other way

Fight, fight...kill, kill..
it's all unreal to me
the possibility of peace is ill-fated
and unrelated to common-sensible stances
that unfurl themselves
in stealth weather conditions
and sore renditions of unsung flailings
of this, the failure of mankind
who only knew perfection
for a short span in the beginning

Harken to the call of here and now
pray that we survive from archives of history
that denote the vote as important
as the spin of a trend
that sets the path for change
with rearranged thought and deed
where the need is peering starkly
into the eye of a blindsided society

Cliche you say
so what
words will be repeated
so that depletion won't erode in cinical souls
bending at the knees to plead our case
for the human race is headed
toward severe dysfunction
while denouning the inevitable

We shall all someday see
that we are equal
we are one, will not be undone
by vain negativity
that delivers a giant dish of nothing
for us to feast upon until unfilled
with sharpened tongue void of discord

Guess some people just "don't get it"
and choose to quit before they get a clue
of this misconstrued nightmare
because Langston knew about
"dreams deferred"
in a word, we all have known
and forgo the way
in our straying from narrowest road
leading to lights of hope
with rope-a-dope reaction

I am weary with the blues
and choose to regress
because the mess we stand to the waist in
makes my migraine intensify
and lying liars make it harder
to climb the ladder's rungs
when going on causes me to feel as if
my breath is shallow
as I'm swallowed up
in a depression that shrouds
clouds my senses into dismay
cold-hearted decay
whcih disways many
in a nation that once
covered me with wishes



Written On Sep 7 2:09 PM 2008

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