You don’t need much;

A good job, a roof over your head, some food.

Is that Jesus I see at the subway door?

Or is that Che? Or Daniel from yesterday?

 

I’m joining the Jamaica Liberation Movement

It’s something you should know about

As I begin to rid myself of these possessions

No longer needed and no longer necessary

 

I’m disposing of all the ones not in use

No sense to have them with me

Even the Volvo must go

It’s better I work for the district

And see the shows

From the Brighton Beach Q

From Afghanistan’s long ass haul

 

I’m joining the Jamaica Liberation Movement

And I’m not coming home

I’ll be gone forever

Even with broken glass knocking at my door

My back turned, I won’t turn into Middle East seasoning

 

You don’t have to trust me, take my word, or make any promises

A good listener always finds the faults

Who is to blame? Who takes responsibility?

With no one answering these questions, they exist unanswered

 

I’ve joined the Jamaica Liberation Movement. The JLM.

From Valeria of Panama to Cuba’s hope.

From the injustice of my Brooklyn streets

To President Obama’s incompetence

My laughter is here now, my pain is here now

 

I’ve joined the JLM. I’m not coming back. I’m not coming home.

You don’t need much;

Just a good job, just a roof over your head, just some food.

 

© 2010 David Greg Harth

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