by Raymond Nat Turner
Just in case one misunderstood
Ground on which this patriot stood
Look up the town called Rosewood
“Creepy crackers” could, would, should!
Sunshine State of mind
by Raymond Nat Turner
Another bloody forget-me-not
Thickening, eternal war subplot
Spinning into a fierce FOX—trot
For capitalism, the deranged despot
Never ceasing to amaze and astound
Standing stolen Seminole ground
Never ceasing to amaze and astound
Standing stolen Miccosukee ground
Yet another patty-rollin’ patriot,
Or, super surveillance-state mascot
Celebrated Johnny-on-the spot
Making a name with a gunshot—
Just in case one misunderstood
Ground on which this patriot stood
Look up the town called Rosewood
“Creepy crackers” could, would, should!
Sista Nina sang “Mississippi Goddamn”
Her masterpiece framed like a telegram
So pithily denouncing our Uncle Sam
For his hypocrisy-demockkkracy scam
Now another Dixie inferno of Dante
Has become infamous for upping the ante
For playing most Black folks andante
By vindicating a rather vile vigilante
Whether by a single bullet hole
Or magically putting millions on parole
For a purge of the voters roll
When a $election’$ to be stole
Too south of the Mason-Dixon line
Blacks may as well be on the Rhine
Or in the crosshairs of Columbine—
Or even in occupied Palestine!
With bellicose bleating for the Pentagon
And ignorance of the Lorraine and Audubon
Masked by shrieks of “LeBron! LeBron!”
Soon there will be yet another Trayvon…
Raymond Nat Turner can be contacted at upsurgejazz.com.
Raymond Nat Turner © 2013 All Rights Reserved
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