"This black ink cross that’s on our palms / Let’s keep them on / And never wash them off / It ain’t for God / It’s just for us / Once my friend, but never again / And once we're dead / We never end..."
Descanza en paz amigo mio.
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POEM FOR THE YOUNG WHITE MAN WHO ASKED ME HOW I, AN INTELLIGENT, WELL-READ PERSON COULD BELIEVE IN THE WAR BETWEEN RACES
in my land there are no distinctions.
the barbed wire politics of oppression
ha... Posted by on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 13:00:00 GMT
