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By Bertell Ollman
Oh say can you see, By the torch's flickering light, A statue in the bay Swinging by its neck? It seems she turned around to see The country for which She had been advertising liberty The verdictsuicide. Cause way down south in Dixie, Right White Citizen Councils are emerging Like vermin out of talcum powdered dung To blaspheme for segregated sex play in schools. No mongrelizing down here, No bastardizing down here. Because way down south in decadent Dixie, In Clinton Tennessee and Whatchamacallit Florida, Fred Ku Klux Kasper is fermenting mellow spirits Into 200 proof totalitarians. No striped pants down here, No human milk down here. Because in the lowest part of low-down Dixie, In the cute community called Mansfield, Texas, They are paying "$100 per dozen For 'nigger ears' ". No mollycoddlers down here, No Congressional Giants down here. Because throughout hammy Eastland's clammy Dixie, Black boys and girls are learning with leftovers, And the equality of which we boast Is railroaded out of thousands of towns with the N.A.A.C.P. No pursuit of happiness down here, No America down here. Cause the statue thought that U.S.A. meant United States of America, and not Union of South Africa, And that "liberty" preceded "Justice for all." No if's, no but's, or maybe's here, No moderation here. Oh say can you see, By the torch's flickering light, A statue in the bay Swinging by its neck? It seems she turned around to see The country for which She had been advertising liberty. The verdictsuicide. More poems coming later. |
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