Bringing Back White Power

I

I’m bringing back White Power at no cost to the other colors.
This is not a bad joke.
Not one of those campy politically correct commercials
In between episodes of ‘Family Matters’ and ‘Full House’
Where man made rainbows preach ideal say so’s
Images of children holding hands round playgrounds of ‘Ebony & Ivory’.

Give me a fucking break.

We know the Mass Media for what it truly is:
Just another Clausewitzian tool in the many hands of the White House
Not to be confused with the White Man
Lest we forget who holds the reigns of this Administration.
Picayune, any Union: what with the NAACP & NCAA
You’re nigga-lippin’ a blunt syndicalism,
Plus a bump for each nostril.
If we are all One, why not the Wobblies?
Oh bald-head, you know WWI wiped out the IWW.
NGH WHT! – UHG – –I
told you not to listen to the Government: they’d
have you believe ‘we are moving forward’ socially
acceptable only to those willing to suspend their
beliefs for the veneration of
blameless soldiers, nameless wars, spelt backwards
World Without Ind.

They say Communism
as dead as The Wall and
Jim Crow an old door-
knocker on some Civil-
War soldier’s bivouac.
What about Kerouac!?!
He served in the Navy and
climbed on the tops of Mountains
just to say ‘You Can’t Kill Ideals’, then died
coming down from
One Holy Apostolic Fix All Mix All Martini.
Alright. I’ll admit it, I’m dry:
some white meat can put you to sleep,
but the Rest is well worth the wait. So, for now
let the cyclical knowledge of the hip hop poets
become the soundtrack for yet another generation
weary of politicians stealing Bourbon chicken samples
from the mall we call America.
AMERICA, AMERICA
Don’t put that blame on Me
How can you call it Brotherhood
When color’s all your see?


II

But politics put aside,
I’m tired of being excluded and reprimanded like I don’t understand.
I understand plenty.
In fact, I see beyond the limitations of your two dimensions.
Parchment and pigment
Your delusions are a figment of my imagination.
Strike the record!
Your Aryan fear is my past paranoia.
Draw the needle!
Your arrogance, I can’t take much more of this…

Calling all MCs and DJs
Turn your turntables into alters
Mixing the denominations of Beats and Notes.
I am the pastor of poets
In pastures of cacophony
The shaman of sound
Leading his carnagie congregation
Of tabla players and sarod soothsayers.
In my three dimensional ‘Electric Church Red House’
White light is the communion of all spectral colors.
Like King, I dream of a world
Where black light allows light matter to shine brighter.

What’s the matter? Is there a ringing in your ear?
Take it as celestial feedback and hear me out:
Don’t you know the issues of race will soon give way to those of gender?
Women’s Liberation!
And why not?
Every table must be turned before Justice can be served.
But knowing the extremism of this country,
Hell the human race,
The tables will be turned over
Giving rise to domination and supremacy.
Now there’s a bad joke.

04-10-11