When the poet speaks
you can hear Revolution,
all power to the people
and Right On!’
Right on time for this
perilous time we are in;
the brothers grow weary
still, we push to win.
Let the world gaze on and
misunderstand, we neither beg
nor steal from any man.
Making our living honest,
toiling with our own hands,
seeking to survive daily
In this vast and barren land.
Suffering through brutality,
we keep our families fed.
Bending to their system as
they seek to have our heads.
© 2015 Malcolm Jarell