Dawn – prismatic morning colors
refracting lies called “white” and
a war called “Great” leaving
Dark Paradise eclipsed by light . . .
Uncle Sam wants you too!
Fight for the country your father built and
your mother suckled and nurtured and
tried to make clean
A renaissance dream laid bare
as New Negroes line up for “nigger” weapons
at the armory of shovels, mops, and
To serve at dream-stealers’ feet
“over there, over there . . .”
High noon – blinding eyes to truths of
a lynching en masse – over there
Shovels gladly traded for colored pride
Hut, two, three, four – move out!
Sharecroppers, chauffeurs and
French heroes overnight
in burning blasts of light and
rocket’s red glare
blind and lost to white man’s truths
Talented tenths –
in a barbed-wire noose
Sunset, shadows – enigma of twists
Mama’s tears and sweetheart’s kiss and
Jim Crow’s mocking grin
Sing it loud!
Here Comes My Daddy Now!
A sho-nuff natural man – at last . . .
Respect at five percent
’til uniforms are torn and burned by
white sheets on a midnight ride
Uncle Sam wants you to
line up for mops and
to serve at dream-stealers’ feet
outside doors to “cotton” clubs as
nights grow late with
twisted dreams on flop house beds
of twisted wire and burning flesh
dead and caught
in red, white, and blue barbed ropes of
Armistice. Victory. Dishonor.
And Harlem weeps.
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