by Raymond Nat Turner
“You put your right
Hand out, your right
Foot out, bow, scrape
Do de turnabout
Grab coattails of
De CEO...”
February 30th Movement
by Raymond Nat Turner
Now, ebry two to four years
Cap'n Fletcher come ridin' in
Bareback, facin' backwards
On Massa William's ol' mule
Feintin' right, floggin' left, like
An overseer righteously angry
Cap'n Fletcher say, "Shut up--
Listen!" Him say, Dem say
We weak
Misspeak
Too pure
Immature
For his movement
Him say, Dem say
Dey tell US
'Bout power
If we "Shut up--
Listen!" Him say, Dem say
We wrong
Not strong--
Dem German boys
Dat Russian boy
Be stark ravin' mad
No good
For his movement
Him say, Dem say
Dey tell US
'Bout power
If we "Shut up--
Listen!" Him say, Dem say
Power ain't perfect,
Power messy--
You put your right
Hand out, your right
Foot out, bow, scrape
Do de turnabout
Grab coattails of
De CEO,
Snuggle your snouts
In his hind and don't
Let go;
Maybe, jus' a tiny, lil'
Sugarcoat , movin', you
Hold your nose and vote...
Raymond Nat Turner (c) 2012 All Rights Reserved
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