vendredi 4 juillet 2014

A.D. Winans: FOURTH OF JULY POEM

REVISED POEM from a broadside originally published
by Bill Robert’s BOS Press.

          FOURTH OF JULY POEM
 
          stepped on pissed on
          cheated and abused
          taken advantage of blue collar man
          caught up in the American scam
          don’t tell me anyone
          can be anything they want to be
          if they put their mind to it
 
          save your BS for right wing
          hate monger radio hosts
          it’ll never sell in the ghetto
          or to the immigrants
          you’ve turned your back on
 
          take your message to the church
          tell it to the men on death row
          tell it to the starving poor
          tell it to the sick and lame
          tell it to the rich folks
          tell it to the politicians
          tell it to the serial killers
          tell it to Wall Street
          tell it to the man on the gallows
          tell it to the chiseled faces
          on Mount Rushmore 
 
          tell it to the last wino
          on the bowery
          tell it to the banker
          tell it to the butcher
          tell it to the unemployed
          tell it to the panhandler
          tell it to the million families
          living below the poverty level
 
          tell it to the con man
          tell it to the baby found stuffed
          in a garbage can
          tell it to the displaced factory worker
          tell it to the elderly
          tell it to the re-po man
          tell it to the last space alien
          hiding out in Roswell
 
          tell it to the militia
          tell it to the FBI sharpshooters
          at Ruby Ridge         
          tell it to the arsonists
          at Waco, Texas        
          tell it to the junkie
          with dry heaves
 
          tell it to the farm worker
          tell it to the dishwasher
          tell it to the orderlies
          tell it to the flag waver
          tell it to the garment worker
          slaving away in sweat shops
          in Chinatown and the Latin Quarter
 
          tell it to big business
          tell it to corporate America
          tell it to the Supreme Court
          tell it to the blood stained
          NRA
 
          tell it to the Do Nothing Congress
          tell it to the oil barons
          tell it to the tobacco merchants
          tell it to the molested children
          of America
 
          tell it to the priests
          tell it to the Vatican
          tell it to the pharmacy industry
          profiting off the sick and lame
 
          tell it to the millions of people
          dying from air pollution
          and a poisoned food supply
 
          tell it to the man on his deathbed
          not sure why he lived
          or what he is dying for
 
          tell it to Jesus Christ
          shout it to the stars 
          line the traitors up against the wall
          rewrite the Ten Commandments
          and start all over again

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