by PNN Staff
A. Faye on the plight of the Haitian refugees….
A Massacre it was told…
Captives of the Caribbean from the African shores
Haiti has a bloody history
A Massacre it was told, under the whips and chains of the French
The French who flew to New Orleans
After the Haitian battles broke the chains bondage
Poverty sends its people knocking at United States door
Across the Atlantic just 27 miles away
People searching for food and freedom along the American shore
The Boat People are once again captured
But now they are not chained, but instead are sent away
But Lite-skinned and European immigrants cross these borders
So it is just blatant cruelty
That turn these Black People away…
The Written Word …
The Po’ Poet Laureate on "All the Other Poet Laureates and their needless
The written word, passed on from ancestors to their descendants
From the beginning of conversation
Spoken words between lovers, family, and friends
Until hatreds begin, now your enemy, now your friend
The word, spoken as music and song, is magical
The swaying forms dancing in heat is a mystical song
Poetry is the Blues, is singing from your Soul.
Jazz blown, is a form of this
The written word, the meeting of minds,
Should never be denied
Slaves denied Liberty is tying up the Soul
When the freedom of speech is denied, It is tying up the Mind.
The Americas live under a Banner Of Lies
The United States, Constitution guarantees
The right to Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of happiness
I guess I didn’t get a warranty
Slaves coming from Glory Island, were denied the freedom of Life
Mournful Souls, thrown over board
I am drawn to the Oceans
You hear them in the waves, they were denied all freedoms
The freedom of Speech
Listen to the Whales Wail, they are the witness to this flight to Hell
Too deny the Freedom of the written word
Is to deny my right to The Pursuit of Happiness
To take the Wreath upon my Head
To chop off my Tongue
They marry me to my enemy
They alienate me from my kinfolk
To murder the Truth!
Some folks like to write white lies, myths, and tall tales
I like to dance in the Rain, and burn with passionate Fire
I like to read, and write the truth
So may I read?
Some One, Blew up America
Hilter’s Nazi murdered the Jews
European Nations enslaved the Colored People of the World
The San Francisco Giants Lost the World Series
Can I read, Big Brother!!!!!
A. Faye Hicks on Prop N;
PROP N, MY FRIEND? …..NO
A Noose around our necks
Tighten your belts, rise your taxes, a political blow
Blow-up Bomb, Iran, Iraq
All tied with homelessness, Yes
The Billions has to come from somewhere
Tighten the noose around our necks
Poor people are tough, They can with stand starvation
With our Shelter plus Care
Shit! They withstood slavery
We can’t have the Rich paying taxes!
Take the Loot from Welfare, Workfare
Take the Loot from Medicare
What is the Back Lash
Care not Cash
No! Prop N! Is Not our friend
A. Faye Hicks on: The Thurgood Marshall "Incident"
Keepin’ your Mind off the true foe
School days, School days
Those happy, carefree days
This is a beautiful melody
But these days , you need to "bite the bullet"
These days Schools are shadowed in Terrorism
Youth power, student power! Is a threat to authority
Ancient History Authority
The knee in the back authority
With break your Spirit Tactics
Before you drop out or forced out; the powers to be
Are hindering your graduation
Hindering your future potential, as citizens of America
Racking up juvenile crimes
Racking up crimes of innocence
Gangs created, and age old tactic
Confusion created, to keep your mind off your true foe
A. Faye Hicks on: Homelessness, Halloween and Gavin Newsome
THE HALLOWEEN HOMELESS
Happy Halloween, Happy Halloween
Little children, Skeleton dancing, skate board, flashing
Up and down the stairwells
Shouting and laughing at the top of their lungs
Once a year the magic is clear
The black cat crosses your path
On all Hallow’s Eve
Eyes bugged out, All this for candy?
Our first addiction , Then alcohol, weed, and the drug of your choice
Trick or Treat, Don’t fool me
NO! This is all for "Monee"
It’s a Capitalist gain, a Commercial thing
Lites out behind many doors
Windows boarded up, Oh, so forlorn
Do we dare !
Tiny whispers; spooked, Is anybody home?
Little squeals in the Nite, Is any body home?
Where have all the people gone
Been herded out, locked out, locked in County Jail!
A Pumpkin Head, a wizard, a black witch, and a tattered sheet ghost
Safeway’s bag’s quivering in tiny little hands
Dressed up in Walgreen’s funnery, barely missing police man gunnery
Where have all the people gone?
Trick or Treat, It’s Halloween
And we want some Candy!!!!!
A piercing scream in the Twilight!
Beaded sweat on foreheads
Whew, what a relief
It’s just the Paddy wagon!
Rounding up the homeless drunks & and the drug addicts
Trying to get a Trick or Two, and some got damn candy!
A Celtic Holy Day, Transformed
People behind card board boxes , eating chocolate Mars bars
A wrinkled ole bag Lady, with a shopping cart, giving out some coins
And a pitiful amount candy, God bless her kind heart
Open your shopping bags and collect your Loot
Running feet, black ski mask, purse snatch, your life trashed
It’s halloween, You crazy educated dope fiend
Liquor stores got their Candy Bowls ready
For the tricksters, the gangster, and the Buggy Crew
Now let’s go visit the haunted house
You mean this dirty old city is haunted?
Let’s take a ride on my witches broom or do you prefer muni
Let’s ride over that Black and Gold Dome
For within the hallowed hall, reside monsters, who don’t need mask
For they are Gavin Grusome and sidekick , the Mayor!