Salute to City of Angels’ son! He wrote, he wrote, he wrote And he wrote… Ramparts, The Progressive, The

Everybody’s wild ‘bout this ‘new’ dance craze— this lewd, crude dance called “The 1st 100 Daze…”

Kristallnacht came casting lead ballots, overthrowing Black elected officials and Massacring those that VOTED for them— 

“It's like writing history with lightning.“ — Woodrow Wilson on Birth of A Nation

Think of peoples having the most tanks, the most drones, the most missiles, bombs, aircraft carriers, 

It was the Latino Vote… No, it was the Latinix vote! No, it was Black Women! No, it was LGBTQ+ Black Women!

The People earned a dancing in the streets day, horn honking, slogan shouting day—collective sigh/exhale

Endangering species— First Negroz and wild Karens in power—members of the Strong- arm Williams-Thom-ass Clarence-led

Son, it look lak Unca Jim say, “Las’ time I chek I’se de whip— an’ got no time fo’ young Negroz wit all dey Blak Life lip…”

Rhythms of red, white, blue ‘party’ lights flashing beneath screaming sirens; The rush of warm crimson