by Raymond Nat Turner
“In charged the black bourgeoisie's creme de la creme
Maneuvering madly to touch their Messiah's hem.”
They're Baaack...
by Raymond Nat Turner
Bogeyman defeated, they' d overcome their fears
And were baaaack partying, lord, four more years...
Like party peacocks prancing under artificial sun
Celebrating unlimited prospects – an eight year run
They came without woes and came without cares
Congressmen, mayors and multimillionaires
Parading and charading; charading and parading
Charading and parading; parading and charading
Letting their hair down and dropping their disguises
Jockeying for more subcontracts and more franchises
In charged the black bourgeoisie's creme de la creme
Maneuvering madly to touch their Messiah's hem
They came without woes and without cares
Congressmen, mayors and multimillionaires
Parading and charading; charading and parading
Charading and parading; parading and charading
Big Negroz, and even the small time ones he pimps
Bedecked in their resplendent gowns,tuxes and tails
Frantically elbowing one another to get a glimpse –
Watching freedom fighting leaders languish in jails...
Raymond Nat Turner (c) 2013 All Rights Reserved
Salute to City of Angels’ son! He wrote, he wrote, he wrote And he wrote… Ramparts, The Progressive, The Nation, Mother Jones, Dateline Havana, 48 hills…
The Black-murder-by-cop next door to Minneapolis shows the world the dehumanization that is built into the white supremacist DNA of settler-colonialism will continue to produce crimes against our c
Like Christ on the third day, detainees in St. Louis jails have risen to challenge state oppression.
This week the war in Afghanistan was on your minds.
The Black future is already unfolding under your feet, and the narrow possibility that you might grab ahold of that leading edge of the asphalt and turn it in a different direction.
