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It’s not enough to mournAnd not enough to pray.Sackcloth and ashes, anyhow,Save for another day. The Lord God HimselfWould hardly desireThat men be burned to death—And bless the fire.
Four little girlsWho went to Sunday School that dayAnd never came back home at allBut left insteadTheir blood upon the wallWith splattered fleshAnd bloodied Sunday dressesTorn to shreds by dynamiteThat China made aeons ago-Did not knowThat what China madeBefore China…
Lower the flags For the dead become alive, Play hillbilly dirges That hooded serpents may dance, Write obituariesFor white-robed warriors Emerging to the fanfareOf death rattles.Muffled drums in Swance River tempo. Hand-high salutes-heil!Present armsWith ax handlesMade in Atlanta, Sieg Heil!Oh,…
When the white folks get through, Here come you: Got to clean awhile.When daytime folks Have made their dough, Away they go: You clean awhile.When white collars get done, You have your “fun” Cleaning awhile.”But just wait, chile…”
Pushed into the cornerOf the hobnailed boot,Pushed into the corner of the“I-don’t-want-to-die” cry,Pushed into the corner of“I don’t want to study war no more,”Changed into “Eye for eye,”The Panther in his desperate boldnessWears no disguise,Motivated by the truestOf the oldestLics.
(James Powell, Summer, 1964) How many bullets does it takeTo kill a fifteen-year-old kid?How many bullets does it takeTo kill me? How many centuries does it takeTo bind my mind—chain my feet—Rope my neck-lynch me—Unfree? From the slave chain to…
Weavingbetween assorted terrorsis the Jewwho owns the place—one Jew,fifty Negroes:embroideries(heirloomedfrom ancient evenings)tatteredin this neonplace.
Uptown on Lenox Avenue Where a nickel costs a dime, In these lush and thieving days When million-dollar thieves Glorify their million-dollar waysIn the press and on the radio and TV— But won’t let me Skim even a dime—I, black,…
Did you ever walk into a firehose With the water turned up full blast? Did you ever walk toward police guns When each step might be your last?Did you ever stand up in the face of snarling dogs And not…
A dog howled.Weird became the night.No good reasonFor my fright—But reason oftenMay play hostTo quietUnreasonableGhosts.