What is the next step
When the factories have gone
And the steel mills have closed
And the mighty smoke stacks of Allentown
Cease to billow and blow?
When Flint is a ghost town
And Sacramento is gridlocked in red ink
When prisons reap more than schoolhouses
And a dollar won’t buy a cup of coffee
Here or in a third world country?
The next step is to stand
To rise above the masked oppression
The next step is to take back our freedom
And live the lives our forefathers intended…
Or is this it?
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Auntie Maya
On the corner
Outside the market
Near the trash can
Where the needles land
Sits Auntie Maya.
Regal as her name
Mighty in her stature
Five foot nothing
And just as wide.
She’s got change
For the faded gumballs
The after school crowd likes so much
They take her change
Or give her theirs spare
Buy the balls
Then dip ‘um in X
Float in the clouds o
Red, blue and green.
Outside the market
Near the trash can
Where the needles land
Sits Auntie Maya.
Regal as her name
Mighty in her stature
Five foot nothing
And just as wide.
She’s got change
For the faded gumballs
The after school crowd likes so much
They take her change
Or give her theirs spare
Buy the balls
Then dip ‘um in X
Float in the clouds o
Red, blue and green.
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