Poem

(No Name No. 3)

The Black Revolution is passing you bye

negroes

Anne Frank didn’t put cheese and bread away for you

Because she knew it would be different this time

The naziboots don’t march this year

Won’t march next year

Won’t come to pick you up in a

honka honka VW bus

So don’t wait for that

negroes

They already got Malcolm

They already got LeRoi

They already strapped a harness on Rap

They already pulled Stokely’s teeth

They already here if you can hear properly

negroes

Didn’t you hear them when 40 thousand Indians died

from exposure to

honkies

Didn’t you hear them when Viet children died from

exposure to napalm

Can’t you hear them when Arab women die from exposure to isrealijews

You hear them while you die from exposure to wine

and poverty programs

If you hear properly

negroes

Tomorrow was too late to properly arm yourself

See can you do an improper job now

See can you do now something, anything, but move now

negro

If the Black Revolution passes you bye it’s for damned

sure

the whi-te reaction to it won’t