Shut down
but not shut up;
we’ll give this clown
his own bitter cup.
We know how to deal
with the corrupt,
and will also survive
this ludicrous round…
So let’s just keep it real,
remaining alive
and kicking that sordid butt
black-land style…
It’s just another rut
to slow us awhile
but this too, we’ll overcome
for we’re the children
of the almighty liberating One,
and we shall…we shall win.
No wall can stop us;
it is in God that we trust.
Let them go ahead and shut down;
when they wake, we’ll still be around
dealing with the center ring clown.
Yes, our tits of freedom may sag and hang low
but the nourishing they drip keeps us on the go!
Do I need to say “moe”? I don’t think so!
Clowns wear the mask; the truth, we poets cast;
Only alive and well are we free at last.