Buxton Shippy

Rookie - 182 Points (7-27-55 / Montego Bay, Jamaica)

An Old Tune, An Old Song - Poem by Buxton Shippy

The Far Right tear bandages
Off racial wounds
With talk about food stamps;
Like their ancestors,
They see no good in us,
Even though our people toiled
For three centuries
Without recompense.
They rip these bandages off
Knowing full well they resonate
With the klans.
Still we squared our shoulders
And hold our heads high
For it's an old tune,
An old song.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 19, 2013


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