dont talk to me about Jesus,
when you wouldnt sit down
and eat with Him...
dont talk to me about patriotism,
...
i dreamed last night...
and all i could see were hands.
sometimes hard and calloused,
sometimes soft and feminine.
...
when you touch someone
with desire, let your desire
be driven first by your heart,
then by your soul,
...
i took an axe
and cut down the hanging tree...
every blow a blow for
human decency, equality, and freedom.
...
Skull And Bones,
hands on the heart,
finger on the button...
...
a call for revolution...
rivers rise, and overflow their banks!
branches bud with leaves in the autumn,
butterflies arrive to bring the snow!
...
the Woodcarver works
in the morning stillness,
with chisel and blade
and an eye for intimate detail...
...
black man
in them poverty chains
cant get no justice
in them sterile white courts.
...
sad, but true...
for so many
people in this world
...