Blues for Shaka
Marilyn Buck
[This poem is performed by ¡Presente! 
]
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.
¡Presente! also reads Marilyn Buck’s “After the Wave.”
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