For
the Reverend King, an ode to Langston Hughes and a poem for the six billion lovers
of freedom
Thursday
ten-thousand fragments of Martin Luther King will be haunting the streets crying
like fallen angels and dancing like skeletons, while court jesters are playing
as patriots, then dark knights in black limos will parade past, a hundred thousand
pawns will be off to their deaths, steel eagles will be roaring psychadelically
across the sky on a bad trip and a lollapallooza of czarism disguised as a democracy
will laugh hysterically.
At
the end of the day the translucent jack-in-the-box will spring from his throne
and declare himself a defender of nations and people that, "love freedom"...but
perhaps there is a little demonic computerized robot down there controlling this
theatre connected to springs because anyone can see right through to the bottom
is this well of truth once drank from that has been polluted by the sad tears
of six billion hearts of the Reverend King.
So,
where is Reverend King and all his children after his blood ran in Memphis? And
just what does happen to all the dreams of the 6 billion souls? And what will
happen when these powerful beings do start to love their freedom and demand it
and unite to reclaim it? Will they dry up, like a raisin in the sun...or will
they fester like sores...and then run...will they stink like rotten meat when
their oppressors bomb them...or will they crust and sugar over...like a syrupy
sweets...perhaps the weight of all their anger will sag...then they will riseup
like a heavy load waiting to crush into submission those that told them they had
freedom while holding them in spiritual and physical bondage...and then when each
these six billion fragments of Reverend King finally take justice by being themselves...perhaps
they will explode like blooming flowers on a sunny spring day...while this jester,
in jest, talks about freedom...they will be free like six billion souls of the
Reverend King...whose star dust is still among us and rising...finally reclaiming
what we were promised and going to the mountain.
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