by BAR Poet-in-Residence Raymond Nat Turner
When our giants go down, our spines must straighten up and create new beginnings.
Redouble our efforts…
(For Robert Knight, Chokwe, Amiri,
And others known and less known…)
by BAR Poet-in-Residence Raymond Nat Turner
When our Knights are captured
Or fall on battlefields, as they
Surely must, and we lose their
Brilliant lights and we are
Scrambling to pry pens,
Swords, spears, bread and
Roses from stainless steel
Grips of their icy hands—
Scrambling to hoist our
Fallen banners, temporarily
Mired in mud and blood,
Even higher, scrambling
To staunch rivulets of
Brine from our sweetly
Shattered hearts…
When our giants — in
All sizes — go down,
Our spines straighten
Honoring, immortalizing,
Their legends, burnished
Names, by divvying up
Cosmic, ancient, work
Creating them in the
Beginning…
Raymond Nat Turner © 2014 All Rights Reserved
This Orange Age outrage— Reich of the child’s cage Cancer at fourth stage— Rogue state’s rampage… is a tiny blip on capitalism’s Continuum…
The U.S. government has been in the business of killing foreign leaders for a long time – but it’s still a crime.
It is imperative that the antiwar movement grows exponentially very quickly and becomes a major force in 2020.
Black adults must not allow “Hollywood to fill in the blanks” in our children’s understanding of Black history.
The question of where to search for the histories of Black people in the diaspora, is of paramount importance. “Freedom and unfreedom are not binaries.”
