A Panther’s Dream

A Panther’s Dream

 

Dream, dream, dream

Dream as much as you can

One day you will grow

To be a woman or man

Don’t let the darkness destroy

The Love of life and your sweet joy

There are those of us who wish you glory

That is the Black Panther story

Nothing good comes without a fight

Just like doing wrong is never right

When we were young we fought like hell

So when you were young life would be well

You too have your cross to bear and work to do

Know our thoughts and prayers are with you

It is not children who dream alone

We dream also, those who have grown

Yet there is something about dreams really strange

The people are different but the dreams don’t change

To live a good life and to be all you can

Seems like happiness is in everybody’s plan

Child when life hits your hard and you just gotta scream

Dream, dream, dream

Dream as much as you can

Cause fighting for your dreams

Makes you a woman or a man

Dream, dream, dream

Dream

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A Poem for the Dawn

 A Poem for the Dawn

 

I write without hope but still words proceed

That in the future some seeker shall read

Long odds with a strong God often succeed

If you fight for right you’ll rise as there’s need

All great revolutionary vision

Came from the light of ordinary men

A better world I can give my children

Where virtue defeats the wages of sin

I see ancient men with tough withered skin

Wisdom begins when one learns to listen

This poem a humble and simple rhyme

Shall be the standard to measure the time

Listen laughers who cackle with scorn

From towers of torment you shall be torn

This is the warning, calm before the storm

As poets protest, WE SHALL NOT CONFORM

Futility nips the heels of my shoes

I resist the shame to proclaim good news

A time of turning a new age shall dawn

And all evil like darkness fled and gone

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R-E-V-O-L-U-T-I-O-N

 R-E-V-O-L-U-T-I-O-N

 

R is for the righteousness of our fight

E is for the evil that permeates this place

V is for the victory on which we set our sight

O is for the overwhelming odds we face

L is for the love that we show one another

U is for the undeniable force we possess

T is for the talents we will discover

I is for that ignorance that we must address

O is for oppression the foulest crime

N is for now, as now is the time

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Words

 Words

 

Around town the sound found on the street has a funky beat

Rappers and girl slappers struggle for victory or defeat

Politicians pontificate policies perpetuating pure hate

Their truth is lies in disguise how passionately they debate

 

Words- they make up this song

Words- They define right and wrong

Words- Hear the poor man cry

Words – They sell you a lie

 

Bums out in the cold surviving from dumpster diving

A chicken in every pot they forgot who they’re jiving

Rich men never go to jail if they fail they pay a fine

See the priest feast he got some line about being divine

 

Words- they make up this song

Words- They define right and wrong

Words- Hear the poor man cry

Words – They sell you a lie

 

Put letters together and move your tongue

In fuse the blues a song is sung

Rock and roll refugees with long hair

In the land of the free they don’t care

Debt slaves till we enter our graves

In the end my friend only Jesus saves

 

Propaganda penetrates a panoply of pretense

Killing and war is evil it’s a matter of common sense

The Vodka is strong you belong if you drink it straight

Don’t wait articulate what you think try to relate

 

Words- they make up this song

Words- They define right and wrong

Words- Hear the poor man cry

Words – They sell you a lie 

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The Last Rhino

The Last Rhino

 

His eye is on the sparrow

Your song says that is so

Your Creator He created me

I was born

                Born to be free

Like the lions who hunt pray

Like the monkeys who jestingly play

Like the ants who march in line

Like zebras running so fine

 

Adam he was your first

I have known your worst

They have slain me in scorn

My body desecrated

My spirit hated

Their prize---my horn

 

What shall they do with it?

That cost my life to forfeit

Hang it as a trophy upon their wall

To tell glamorous stories to recall

How in an utmost cowardly act

They shot a gun from behind my back

 

I am animal yes it is true

Far different we are from you

True we kill, some of us to feast

But you, you are the beast

On Africa’s fields I lay rotting dead

As assassins bullet inside my head

 

His eye is on the sparrow

I know that is so

He enjoys their song in morn

It was the reason they were born

In me too He had His delight

I too was precious in his sight

Once our herds were without number

Now in death, extinct we slumber

I of all creatures would surely know

For you see I am the last rhino

Hear my words let them not be vain

Humanity is captive by those insane

Hear my words as softly I explain

Your job it was to tend the garden

But greed your heart it did harden

Take your prize that you lusted for

A notch on your belt, another score

And I, I am no more

 

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth

A horn for a horn

In fire creation it shall die to be born

On that day you shall weep, wail and mourn

Feel the horror of your wicked woe

These words are true they are so

Spoken by the last rhino 

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The Revolutionary Legacy Of Allen Ginsburg

The Revolutionary Legacy Of Allen Ginsburg

 

In the glory of City Lights

Howling through the darkest of nights

Walking, ever walking the beat

Robbed on a New York Street

A young man from Paterson

Perturbed, disturbed

Yet still widely heard

He was vile and obscene

So declared the machine

But I am happy to report

That even in their kangaroo court

They heard free speech’s call

As with a clenched fist

We squeezed to resist

Crushing Moloch’s balls

And so Allen’s works sits upon the shelf

A perverted version of our inner self

A man who strove for the common good

Like all men should

A man captured in time

Mostly for his alleged crime

Oh the misery of this revolutionary

He also wrote good poetry 

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Barry No Moore

Barry No Moore

 

School boy infatuation

Lost over a Richard M. Nixon rubber mask

Stretching the prominent nose

Flabbergasted at the elastic recoil upon release

A metaphor on life

Norma called

In a round about diplomacy she declared

Our comrade Barry is dead

He’s better off was the diagnosis

WTF?

Was Kissinger correct in his fascist arrogance?

Masturbating in lustful ego and influence

Time Magazine stained in the White House bathroom

Tricky Dick and Sticky Dick

Here’s a suggestion in memory of our dearly love departed

Herd together the entire collection of despots

And their spineless cohorts whispering sweet nothings of vile

No true warrior celebrates glory in death

Unless their humanity has been X’d

Like John Chivington and his cousin in killing Custard

Take a group Polaroid

After it is fully developed in techno color

Strike a match and set it ablaze

Just cause you can

Use claws of justice to shred the smug mocking mask

Of the sinister superior Nietzsche charged super man

Observe a tormented toddler

Wounded beyond point of view

Never to comprehend

The most precious words

I love you

Like Barry would pronounce

But no longer

He is fading fast into forgetfulness

Unless in irony in future days of radiant glory

Inquiring minds come across this pome

English a vanquished dead language

Babylon banished

Tyre toppled

And all the proponents of genocide meager ashes

The darkening of the face of humanity washed clean

As we pronounce bold words in caution

We walked the winding way once before

Of whom Barry was one

Demand in meekness

No more

May all wars cease

Then Barry

You may rest in peace

One you participated to create

Where Love rules over hate 

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One For the Poets

One For the Poets

 

Only poets read poetry

Polite friends purchase

Books to be forgotten

Destined to be donated

Or sold at garage sales

For twenty five cents

 

But I am typing these words

Letter by letter

In the context of the absurd

Hoping one day to be heard

 

I visited the book store

Poetry had three cases

One dedicated to Shakespeare

From Macbeth to King Leer

And all the others throughout history

Had two

So there is something to be said

For iambic pentameter

Containing a meaningful message

With thrilling metaphor

 

Us poets are vain

The best of us insane

For despite our obscurity

A kernel of corn hidden in Iowa

We will change the world! 

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Mumia

Mumia

Mumia lives in a place that should not exist

A result of a mockery they call a trial

The world proclaims injustice, many insist

Still the system is in defiant denial

I do not glory in the death of any man

Yet how much can we take?

We rise against oppression to do the best we can

Day after day you inflict us with your lies

The cause for justice we will never forsake

Allmighty God, He hears our cries

Allmighty God, Him you cannot fool

Or shut him out with your actions cruel

 

So Mumia lives, three stone walls and an iron gate

These are the manifestations of America’s hate

When you want us to kill for the flag we are brothers all

Come serve your country that is the call

And in return you make us sit and wait

Herded in your ghettos you try to educate

And when we act on the lessons you teach

When we speak our mind and practice free speech

You send in the police, the FBI and CIA

And heroes like Mumia are taken away

 

An honest day in court

Is what we require

That would retort

And quench this fire

 

Instead Mumia sits condemned on death row

In a tormented existence that few do know

A political prisoner an unwilling symbol

You can bind the man but not the soul

Mumia these words I write

And promise never to give up the fight  

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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 

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To my Sistah

 To my Sistah

 

Assata

Who defined good hair?

Or defines the styles

That we wear

 

And Assata

I believe that revolution

Is the solution

But sister I say

Not your way

No not with violence and hate

Hear my voice and contemplate

 

Assata

One day they’ll read this poem at my trial

And you’ll laugh like heaven and smile

For I have found the way to victory

Loving my enemy

 

Assata

When the time comes

And the generals are beating their war drums

Believe it to be true

I Love you

And keep control

Cause even Richard Nixon has God’s soul

A youth to speak the truth

And a song sung by Young

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Fourth of July

Fourth of July

 

It came winter twenty below

Sky was weeping virgin snow

The sun was hidden by cloudy skies

But I saw a light in your eyes

A look that would never die

In your heart is the Fourth of July

 

Well the years came and the years went

So much time how did it get spent

I left my home town hit the road

Finding a way to loosen my load

I left you alone I know not why

In your heart is the Fourth of July

 

I had many lovers that is true

But none could compare to you

I remember your wiggling walk

And the sexy way that you talk

You are the best it’s no lie

In your heart is the Fourth of July

 

I remember the night at the lake

It was cold you began to quake

We lit ourselves a blazing fire

But you turned the heat on higher

We made Love as I gazed in the sky

In your heart is the Fourth of July

 

I called your house the other day

Your momma said that you went way

She said you married a rock star

And that you were gone real far

I hung up and began to cry

In your heart is the Fourth of July 

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Firewind Anthem

 Firewind Anthem

 

This is the ballad of the Firewind band

We’re revolting against central command

This is the ballad of the Firewind band

We are the musicians rocking the land

Everybody come lend us your hand

It’s about time to make our final stand

We rebel against the powers that be

Against a government too blind to see

 

Come laughter or sorrow

We are force tomorrow

We’re going to rock your soul

If you still got a soul

 

This is our anthem the Firewind song

We resolve that hatred and killing is wrong

This is our anthem the Firewind song

If you stand for peace and Love you belong

We’re going to be marching in the street

We’re gonna give the powers that be some heat

Lay down your weapons and join with us

Pick up your cross as we follow Jesus

 

Come laughter or sorrow

We are force tomorrow

We’re going to rock your soul

If you still got a soul

 

This is our glorious Firewind tune

The final fight for freedom’s coming soon

This is our glorious Firewind tune

It’s close to Armageddon near high noon

The people in charge says nothings wrong

But I say the horror has gone on too long

Lay down your weapons lay them down tonight

Peace and Love are the tools with which we fight

 

Come laughter or sorrow

We are force tomorrow

We’re going to rock your soul

If you still got a soul

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