My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind

To change the world enough you must cease to be afraid of the poor. We experience your fear as the lea… humiliations; in the past

When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother

If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president

Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others

The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they

Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how

With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:

How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,

I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through