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Poem Delivered Before an Assembly of Colored People…

Ishmael Reed

an extract

President Waterbugger only your crimes

Want to be near you now

Your daughters have moved out of town

Your wife refuses to hold your hand

On the elevator

Inexplicably, Lincoln’s picture

Just fell from the wall

Next time you kill a poet

You’d better read his poems first

Or they will rise up and surround you

Like 1945 fire cannons a few miles from

Berlin

And History will find no trace of

Your ashes in the bunker of your hell