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On the shoals of Nowhere,Cast up—my boat,Bow all broken,No longer afloat. On the shoals of Nowhere,Wasted—my song—Yet taken by the sea windAnd blown along.
Some folks thinkBy burning churches They burn Freedom.Some folks think By imprisoning me They imprison Freedom.Some folks think By killing a man They kill Freedom.But FreedomStands up and laughs In their facesAnd says, No—Not so!No!
i have been seekingwhat i have never foundwhat i don’t know what i wantbut it must be around¡ been upsetsince the day before lastbut that day was so longi done forgot when it passedyes almost forgotwhat i have not foundbut…
The solid citizensOf the country club set,Caught betweenSelma and Peking,Feel the rug of dividends,Bathmats of pride,Even soggy country clubPink paper towelsDropped on the MEN’S ROOM floorSlipping out from under themLike waves of seaBetween Selma, Peking,WestchesterAnd me.
The committee’s fat,Smug, almost secure Co-religionists Shiver with delight In warm manure As those investigated— Too brave to name a name—Have pseudonyms revealed In Gentile game Of who, Born Jew, Is who?Is not your name Lipshitz? Yes.Did you not change…
Sweet words that takeTheir own sweet time to flowerAnd then so quickly wiltWithin the inner ear,Belie the budding promiseOf their pristine hourTo wither in theSultry air of fear.Sweet words so braveWhen danger is not near,I’ve heardSo many times before,I’d just…
The face of war is my face. The face of war is your face. What color Is the face Of war?Brown, black, white— Your face and my face.Death is the broom I take in my hands To sweep the world…
Futile of me to offer you my hand,Last little brown princeOf Malaysia land.Your wall is too highAnd your moat is too wide—For the white world’s gunboatsAre all on your side.So you lie in your cradleAnd shake your rattleTo the jingo…
Dear Death:I got your messageThat my son is dead.The ink you usedTo write itIs the blood he bled.You say he died with honorOn the battlefield,And that I am honored, too,By this bloody yield.Your letterSigned in blood,With his bloodIs sealed.
As if it were some noble thing, She spoke of sons at war, As if freedom’s causeWere pled anew at some heroic bar, As if the weapons used today Killed with great élan,As if technicolor banners flew To honor modern…