Saturday, September 27, 2025

A Rap for a Real Revolutionary

A Rap for a Real Revolutionary

 

Bad news she softly said

Chairman Fred is dead

What was his crime?

What did he do wrong?

Being ahead of his time

And fighting too strong

 

The wind blows harsh in Chicago

Wailing woe

For the secrets it does know

We just wanted to be free

And live decently

She says between tears

As she hangs low her head

This is the worst of our fears

Chairman Fred is dead

 

Revolutionaries in truth cannot die

The question will persist

Why?

 

I insist

That we carry on

Though like so many others

Chairman Fred is gone

 

I salute you sisters, I salute you brothers

Let us not give up the fight

For one day darkness will be vanquished by light

That is the hope that is the dream

That is the motive supreme

Countless sorrows my heart has bled

Our martyrs’ blood like rivers flow

Oceans of agony is the pain we know

Chairman Fred is dead

We too must be willing to give our lives

That is how the struggle survives 


POLISHED FRAGMENTS

Poet To The Poor


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