Jun 2015
Our future was built on revolution.
A mythos of courageously vanquishing the empire.
Such is the birthright of our citizens.
Our history created us in its image.
Villains seeking conciliation
must bear the title and charge
of treason.
Wielders of swords and rifles
stand immortalized in every town square.
Liberty or Death proclaims the stone and bronze
in which they are cast.
What will be the names of these great black men,
who crush the oppression of the old revolution?
A mythos of courageously vanquishing the empire.
Such is the birthright of our citizens.
Our history created us in its image.
Villains seeking conciliation
must bear the title and charge
of treason.
Wielders of swords and rifles
stand immortalized in every town square.
Liberty or Death proclaims the stone and bronze
in which they are cast.
What will be the names of these great black men,
who crush the oppression of the old revolution?
I've started reading James Baldwin's Notes of a Native Son. This poem was forced out of me after the first few pages of reading. This might be the first time I think I actually get the insidiousness of isms. In this particular case the book is about racism, but Baldwin hints at much broader themes here. Please read this book.
https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/notes-of-a-native-son
https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/notes-of-a-native-son
