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Without Benefit of Declaration

Listen here, Joe,Don’t you knowThat tomorrowYou got to goOut yonder whereThe steel winds blow? Listen here, kid,It’s been saidTomorrow you’ll be deadOut there whereThe rain is lead. Don’t ask me why.Just go ahead and die.Hidden from the skyOut yonder you’ll…

Old Walt

Old Walt WhitmanWent finding and seeking,Finding less than soughtSeeking more than found,Every detail mindingOf the seeking or the finding. Pleasured equallyIn seeking as in finding,Each detail minding,Old Walt went seekingAnd finding.

Azikiwe in Jail

The British said to Azikiwe,We’re tired of you running around loose.We’re going to grab you—And cook your goose. Azikiwe said to the British,That may be—But you’ll have a tough gooseIf you cook me!

Draftees

Leave your CorasAnd your OrasIn the candy storesAnd the cocktail bars. Leave your papasAnd your mamasAnd your sistersAnd your brothersAnd your cousinsBy the dozensBehind. Take your little bagWith a toothbrush and a combAnd leave home. What’s on your mind? Goodbye,…

Lincoln University: 1954

This is the dream grown youngBy but a hundred years,The dream so bravely tendedThrough a century of fears,The dream so gently nourishedBy a century of tears—The dream grown ever younger,Greener, fresherThrough the years of working,Praying, striving, learning,The dream become a…

Do You Reckon?

Mr. White Man, White Man,How can it be,You sleep with my sister,Yet you won’t shake hands with me? Miss White Lady, Lady,Tell me, if you can,Why you hard-work my mother,Yet take my brother for your man? White Man, White Lady,What’s…

Room

Each little roomShould beProtective and aloneWhen there are two— But wide openTo the airWhen only oneIs there.

Poet to Bigot

I have done so littleFor you,And you have done so littleFor me,That we have good reasonNever to agree. I, however,Have such meagrePower,Clutching at aMoment,While you controlAn hour. But your hour isA stone. My moment isA flower.

Ballad of Booker T.

Booker T.Was a practical man.He said, Till the soilAnd learn from the land.Let down your bucketWhere you are.Your fate is here,Not afar.To help yourselfAnd your fellow man,Train your head,Your heart, and your hand.For smartness aloneIs surely not meet—If you haven’tAt…