PLEA
by Bob Kaufman
Voyager, wanderer of the heart,
Off to
a million midnights, black, black,
Voyager, wanderer of star worlds,
Off to
a million tomorrows, black, black,
Seek and find Hiroshima's children,
Send them back, send them back.
Tear open concrete-sealed cathedrals, spiritually locked,
Fill vacant theaters with their musty diversions,
Almost forgotten laughter.
Give us back the twisted sons
Poisoned by mildewed fathers.
Find again the used-up whores,
Dying in some forgotten corner,
Find sunlight, and barking dogs,
For the lost, decayed in sorry jails.
Find pity, find Hell for wax bitches,
Hidden in the bowels of male Cadillacs.
Find tomorrow and nexttime for Negro millionaires
Hopelessly trapped in their luxurious complexions.
Find love, and an everlasting fix for hopeless junkies,
Stealing into lost night, long time.
Voyager now,
Off to a million midnights, black, black,
Seek and find Hiroshima's children,
Send them back, send them back.
"Necessity is the plea for every infringement of human freedom. It is the
argument of tyrants; it is the creed of slaves."
-- William Pitt
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Jon Corelis [log in to unmask]
www.geocities.com/joncpoetics
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