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Leaders I lost— SORRY I LOST…

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    by Raymond Nat Turner

    My leaders were chased

    To China, Tanzania, Cuba and

    France by lynch mobs and

    Death squads posing as public servants—

    I LOST

     

    Leaders I lost— SORRY I LOST…

    by Raymond Nat Turner

     

    I.

    Even in August’s sauna,

    Leaders of the Cristal,

    Judas Quisling class

    Have it made in the shade!

     

    When the Unca Jims,

    Jealousies, Andy Tongues,

    Slutty Professors, and

    Other muleheads who

    Savor the flavor

    Of leather, gather

    At the feet of the

    Great Emancipator,

    Huffin’ and puffin’

    ‘Bout recent wrongs—

    Same ol’ songs— sanitizing

    The ‘60s, hiding worn

    Harnesses to the mule;

    Thank gawd almighty they’ve

    Overcome tall principles,

    Steep integrity and

    Truth-telling decades ago—

    Dumping on Dr King

    For Burger King, Ronald Mc Donald,

    Colonel Sanders, Popeye’s, liquor

    Franchises and sub-contracts,

    Rapprochement with Reaganite reaction paid

     

    II.

    My leaders were voted

    Out of office in penitentiary

    Yards, Lorraine balcony, Audubon

    Ballroom, bedroom-voting booths—

    I LOST— SORRY I LOST…

    My leaders were chased

    To China, Tanzania, Cuba and

    France by lynch mobs and

    Death squads posing as public servants—

    I LOST— SORRY I LOST…

     

    My leaders had hearts

    Of Harriet, Toussaint and Nat;

    Spines of Sitting Bull, Dessalines and

    Osceola; tongues of Truth, Douglass and

    Harrison; pens of Wells, Walker and

    Garrison, strip searches, x-rays and

    Metal detectors don’t detect—

    I LOST— SORRY I LOST…

     

    My leaders sprouted up

    From Strange Fruit-fertilized

    Black soil saturated by fire

    Hoses and spittle of Strom, Bull,

    Lester, Hoover bloodhounds and

    Other Amerikkkan apartheid actors—

    I LOST— SORRY I LOST…

     

    My leaders first served, and

    Later, hanging judges, not chads

    Confirmed them in “superior” courts

    Inaugurating them with more boots

    Batons, bullets, mud-slinging and

    Negative campaigning, COINTELPRO-style—

    I LOST— SORRY I LOST…

     

    My leaders were elected

    To 4x9, windowless offices

    Open twenty-four, seven,

    Three hundred -sixty-five

    Days a year, 3, 4 even 5 decades—

    I LOST— SORRY I LOST…

     

    My leaders have #s

    Like 09-A3775 and 77A4283

    I can’t call when I wake up

    In a cold sweat, screaming—

    I LOST— SORRY I LOST…

     

    My leaders make less

    Than a dollar a day

    And ain’t Rollex-models

    Rollin’ somethin’ shiny and German

    With ALEC’s hand up

    Their asses, making their

    Mouths move every 2-4 years

    With promises, promises, promises,

    Promises only fools and babies believe—

    I LOST— SORRY I LOST…

    I LOST— SORRY I LOST…

     

    Raymond Nat Turner can be contacted at upsurgejazz.com.

     

    Raymond Nat Turner © 2013 All Rights Reserved

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