“us & them” (for brother mbembe & comrade josiah) Lloyd C. Daniel May 13, 2015 Poetry we produce our leaders as we need em like antibodies they fight affliction they come/come/become away from the jungles back from the bush out of the ghettos down from the mountains & into the blood stream insistin the self-proclaimed gods are really small greedy hypocrites with bloody breath oh yes we produce our leaders as we need em mouthpieces for the many they come/come/become as the body moves smooth toward its future steadfast seein through the liars as if they were spotless panes of glass living & gone/yet here still they say look! they ain’t got no clothes! they say watch! they vulnerable to our blows! they say look! yeah/they human too they say watch!/their time is almost through they’re the people’s wedge eternal living sledge hammerin/hammerin/hammerin ignorance inferiority delusions of grandeur the land/mind & body snatchin supremacists their stooges their parasitic soulgrinding system and what of the unknown patriots who risk payin & sometimes pay the ultimate price who could forget men like women like children like & us pulled up & multiplied by them & them/them/them/them like che/rodney & robeson like nzinga & nkrumah like lenin & lumumba like harriet & ho/fidel/farrakhan & fedon like angela/assata & sandino like bishop/baraka & biko like martin/marti/marti/malcolm/marcus/marley nat/nyerere/khadafi/cabral heavyweights all accelerating the fall of imperialism the first shall be last & the last shall kick ass as they try and stop our forward motion freedom bells tolling the new world’s unfolding patriots/patriots/patriots like antibodies like mouthpieces like wedges like sledges like bells/bells/bells like drums/drums/drums long slow march drum/drums seeding life fields reaping harvests of real dreams red birth water breaking over green nations creates streams rivers/lakes/seas on them billowed we sail immortal drums of fire light our way poems/poems/poems/oooooo/poems bout ascension the ritual movement to our own rhythm & freedom songs sung by fallen daughters & sons with weapons in hand the next bad poem traces their routes as they untomb & commune they’re dancers dancin dances of self-determination they’re musicians musicin music redeeming nations they’re singers singin songs in a traditional way they’re poets poetin poems for their people/hey! smashing lies & letting truth fly high/high/higher still to the next phase/baby! movin in & out bobbin/jabbin/left/left/left/right left/weavin/left lightnin fast honey-dipped combinations bob with them weave with them blow/slide/stride/glide slow with them through the clouds above the mountain of coups & assassinations of miseducation/incarceration & destablization of castration/uninvited penetration mass annihilation pocket-linin neo-colonialist collaboration & countless other premeditated crimes against humanity overlooking the strangely ironic tragicomic/fishtailing/stenchtrailin downward spiral plunge of monopoly capitalism & rich white male supremacy pause to ponder lines of liberation melodies of the millions pirouettes of production our passageway/our passageway/our passageway individuals couples families communities regions nations friends/lovers/comrades lend me your ear the politically conscious working masses are the destined to rule throw down classes a glorious/gleaming/graceful human lifeflight renewing the planet turns bluely poems poems poems the vortex oooooo poems poems poems the vortex oooooooo poems we make reality Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment.