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You saw from eagle's perch
the degradation of the oppressed people
of the world,
You pierced the skin of American liberality 
to reveal the pus of racism and slow genocide
against Black people,
You towered above the men of the century
yet you kneeled in the dust
to pick up the cause of your people,
You committed crimes against white America,
unable to chop you down
they structured an enormous wall to block you
from sight,
But walls do crack-
I understand the mystery now,
I have caught a glimpse of you,
have fashioned arrows in your image,
My children will know your greatness,
the Sequoia shall never die-
and I and others will fire or weapons
to down the common foe.

ATTICA-U.S.A.
KEITH E. BAIRD
We will not seek to soothe with comfortable words,
No, we'll tell it like it is, will speak
The truth and name the devils.
They are the criminals, they who hold our dungeon keys,
And make our misery free enterprise.
(Better to state this bitter existential fact
Then feign the lie, aiming to please the foe, and fooling self.)
By what act of mental shuffle, shuck and jive
Can we accept our plight, and stoop and scrounge and scuffle,
For mere survival? Must we abide this spiteful dooming
of black destinies? No! this we say:
While Caesar slays our people for his profit
And for our right and proper protest would destroy us,
We come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.

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