Blues for Shaka

Marilyn Buck

[This poem is performed on the CD by Presente! MP3 of this poem]

The young Black men in Texas
fill up the Row
where death is celebrated
by ole Jim Crow
Jim may be Bush or may be
some Houston judge
but we keep on trying to throw
their bloody noose into history’s sludge

murderers, murderers, no law can cover up
your racist murder madness

killers, killers no one can justify
murder of a man railroaded, gagged and tied

with a mighty roar let justice erupt
stop the Jim Crow killers
who smirked while Shaka died.

June 2000


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