Columbus Day.
Some call it, “Dia de la Raza”
Some say simply “days of blood”.
Tables sat bare- no one had fair share.
babies crying here;
Liars lying up there.
So, how long shall the hard-hearted Selection
Deny the rest of us?
Hear, our precious pearls
Of perfection:
Blues/ the music, the ways
Of folk.
Ford’s theatre, Archives’
kinescopes of hard working
Lives gone by:
ford Model tee! Assembly line,
Steel a fire from bug buckets, molten-
Right on time!
Bolts of cotton by smiling ladies made,
Clean as can be, U.S. of A.
All-for you and me. Films of Mamoulian, Warhol, and Anger;
Now in danger to be seen no more.
Never again, thanks to these great
Pockets of pretense
Who currently rule
This dear land, it seems
From sea to shining –
(do you see?) – Do Tell .
Can you, dear American
Friends, clearly spell
What devilish delight, what
Ishemic idiocy’s
Being wrought ‘pon you
And me (an aside, please allow, from our glorious history!)
“John Henry had a woman, she wore a dress of red
Said Let me go down to the railroad track to the place where John Henry fell dead (Lord, Lord)
To the place where John Henry fell dead…”’
Dear Friends, Resist, Resist, Resist–
Like the brave Guatemalan, “ Fight/Fight/ Fight/ Fight/Fight/Fight/Fight.”
When day is done, and well into the night;
We must carry on the Fight
Until our day is won!
