Time for a forward movement,

Create a constant revolution.

End the second’s reign,

And innocent’s persecution!

 

I cut off my tongue,

If that’s what it takes.

It’s worth one more life,

Corruption like snakes!

 

I repeat my bedtime chant,

Numb teeth forgotten.

Parks sat in front,

Seale ain’t pickin’ cotton.

 

Bomb ticking before nine,

Give him peaches without blow.

Let him meet Dr. Joseph-Ignace’s fist,

United we will grow!

 

I chant, I pray,

Let Tatanka Iyotake come back.

Get my people,

I pledge it’s time for an attack!

 

Gather your battle arms,

Sound your fury.

Bring down the regime,

The citizens are the jury!

 

 

© 2007 David Greg Harth

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