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    by Raymond Nat Turner

    Make me do it, one Hellfire Missile each—

    They’ll all be in a better place: with you

    Lord, make me do it! Make me do it!

     

    Make me do it…

    by Raymond Nat Turner

     

    “Precious Lord, take my hand/ Lead me on, let me stand …”

     

    God is a person with a logo and $500 an hr lawyers

    He knows waterboarding is why the caged bird sings &

    Without its CPUSA punch line, the FDR and A. Phillip

    Randolph anecdote is a fractured fairytale, pathetic parody:

     

    Take my hand and make my palm turn upward facing the

    Heavens taking fresh faces of Franklin from holy bundlers,

    Banksters, Wall Street Warlords, armament manufacturers,

    Drug and insurance charlatans and high priests of fossil fuel,

    Make me a warlock, make me meet every Tuesday—take my

    Left hand, lord, make me pick up my black lacquered, gold-

    Trimmed Montblanc and signoff on another careful signature Strike…

     

    There’s an Afghan grandmother tending

    Her small garden plot and teaching her

    Grandson how to pick ripened okra,

    In Pakistan there’s a young man ordering

    At an outdoor café and oh, yes, Yemen, yes

    There’s also Somali fishermen fighting

    Progress, precious lord, take my hand and

    Make me do it, one Hellfire Missile each—

    They’ll all be in a better place: with you

    Lord, make me do it! Make me do it!

     

    Confederate flags and swastikas fluttering

    In Ukraine winds of change we can believe

    In make me signoff on spare change for regime

    Change; I’m feeling like Teddy, now: “Oh-oh,

     

    Ooo-ooo, ah-ah, Oh-oh, I like the way you make me feel!”

    Make me destabilize Venezuela, yes, lord, make me do it!

     

    Make me keep Gitmo open 8 years after I promised

    Its closure; Make me go after Snowden, Manning,

    Assange and put a $2 million reward on the terror

    Threat sitting off our shore for forty years In Cuba;

    Make me ignore Abu Jamal, Peltier, Shoatz and other

    Old outlaws who had their days in court— in a post-

    Racial age there’s no place for divisive old ideas like theirs;

    Yes, lord, make me do it! Make me do it! Make me do it!

     

    Yes, lord, make me sing like Al Green, make me fool

    Stupid Negroz again, like goober dus’, black cat dander,

    Slick Willy’s shades and saxophone did, make me make

    Them think voting for me is the most important thing ever

    For their freedom, more important than the Abolitionist Movement,

    Anti-lynching movement, the BPP, SNCC,

    CORE, NAACP, the Watts, Detroit, Newark rebellions,

    Nat Turner’s Rebellion, John Brown’s Raid on Harpers

    Ferry and the Civil War combined; more important than

    That nappy-headed foolishness of Paul Robeson, Malcolm

    X and moron Robert Williams; make me make them think

    Happy-dancing on ice for me was making history, more

    Important than the Civil Rights, Black Power, Anti-War,

    American Indian and Women’s Movements combined;

    Make me make them like me, follow me on Facebook and

    Stare catatonically at my tweets; make me make them watch

    Me work crowds on Youtube, giving my NAS commencement

    Speech at Morehouse, my annual Fathers Day NAS speeches to

    Poor Black men; make me make scholars act like soft head

    Simpletons; make me make them swear that Dr. King would’ve

    Been about Africom and boots on the ground and— Nobel Prize

    Aside, would’ve have shot Bin Laden himself had he, King, lived!

     

    Make me say “Drill, baby, drill!” a thousand times and forgive BP

    For blowing up the Macondo well killing 11 workers, tens of

    Millions of mussels, shrimp and crabs, forgive them for with legions of

    Lawyers, scientists, public relations experts they know not what they do;

    make me speak of clean coal with a straight face

    And nukes in the face of Fukishima; Yes, lord, make me do it!

    Make Me do it! Make me do it! Make me do it! Make me do it!

     

    Make me crush Occupy like cockroaches under my combat boots,

    Make me get with Simpson and go after Social Security, Medicare,

    Medicaid; make me listen in on phone calls, monitor keystrokes,

    Watch tweets, posts, pokes, blogs, bank, medical and library

    Records— make me make the 1st and 4th Amendments illusions

    Like objects in David Copperfield magic shows; Make me do it!

    Make me do it! Make me do it! Make me do it! Make me do it!

     

    Raymond Nat Turner can be contacted at upsurgejazz.com.

     

    Raymond Nat Turner © 2014 All Rights Reserved
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