by Raymond Nat Turner
Bomb 'em to stone man
Free-fire zone man
Jim Jones man
Villain called Drone Man
Wrong Song In The Key Of Death
(Call The Villain)
by Raymond Nat Turner
Flaming grooves burning lard off
Drumsticks and gyrating boo-tays;
Lush chords working their ways
Through Jazz clubs and churches;
Melodies reeling ribbons in from
The sky---Genius of the giant,
Master Blaster, Sir Duke of our times!
But picking politicians,Stevie's either a
Dupe, dope, dunce or dilettante played
By star-spangled charlatans---corporatists
Cloaked in Populist cotton, like Chippendale
Dancers wearing suicide vests, Senors signed,
Sealed and delivered to celebrity-worshipers by the 1%:
Like a relatively unknown man
A hugely overblown man
A corporate grown man
Political clone man
Like a Skull & Bone man
A Rhine-stone man
Testosterone man
Bellicose tone man
Bomb 'em to stone man
Free-fire zone man
Jim Jones man
Villain called Drone Man
Call the villain Drone Man
Call the villain Drone Man...
Raymond Nat Turner (c) 2012 All Rights Reserved
Racist barbarity is on the march, with Missouri’s men and women in blue in the vanguard.
You can’t build long-term power by letting white supremacists, nor the government, harm and kill people with impunity.
6p to 9p on Saturday, October 26 at the People’s Forum, 320 West 37th Street, New York City.
A project for cooperative economic democracy in the Deep South seeks to break free from big capital’s “value chains.”
Amid a fuel shortage crisis and continuing corruption allegations, the popular classes in Haiti have been on the streets daily to demand the resignation of President Jovenel Moïse.
