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Will the people ever wake up?
By Rudolph Lewis
We are the objects of
their surveillance—
blue lights flashing
24-7, on corner poles.
Can we pull them down,
do we dare?
Camera men & cops
search the people—
$2 whores & baggy
pants at Penn-North.
“I got Newport, three
for a dollar.”—
hear the insidious
drama of that tune
Like the days of
slavery—we work hard
uptown & downtown—all
across town.
But blue lights keep
flashing, down on us
Can we pull them down,
do we dare?
24-7, on corner poles,
flashing, capturing
Can we pull them down,
do we dare?
The living, on the
street, walking, talking,
buying—in the
System—corralling us in
reckless real estate,
playing the numbers.
Women with tiny rocks
in plastic, a dime
a pill, three. The
lens lies—we’re all nodding.
up against the wall,
spreading them; pulling
them down to the
ground. What if a head
cracks, or blind men
die in Central Booking
for two pills
cause 24-7, blue
lights flashing, keep flashing,
can we pull them down,
do we dare?
our bodies fixed by
Mr. Smack McCaine,
Mr. Eight Ball, he’s
called, or just “The Man”
We ain’t no secret for
Mr. Know It All
We gangsters in his
cracked lying camera
We on the run—field to
alley to street, to backyard
They keep chasing
us—running us out of dreams
Five thousand churched
for every rich man made
Will the people ever
wake up, so we can shake it?
Can we
pull them down, do we dare |