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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=547213" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Blues For Barack - Work Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The glinty-eyed Roman faces in suits<br>that stand behind you<br>are all white, like the papers you sign.<br> <br>the patrons at the bar in Birdland<br>would shout work work<br>when Lester lept into a solo.<br> <br>I remember why he drank himself<br>to death<br>in a small room at the Alvin. Do you? <br> <br>There are nameless voices that cry out<br>from the Chattahoochee<br>Brickyard in Atlanta. Mr Backlash Mr Backlash<br> <br>sweat & blood stolen like money<br>transmigrating generations<br>James W. English, First National Bank, <br> <br>Coca Cola, Wachovia Securities<br>work work<br>god bless the child that got his...<br> <br>the abandoned graveyard of Tennesse Coal<br>Iron & Railroad<br>has been bulldozed<br> <br>There never were any markers anyway<br>US Steel owns<br>the mine now but no memory<br> <br>of the 30,000 black forced laborers<br>who died there<br>what compensation? Work work<br> <br>there is a woman sitting in a tenament<br>wondering what<br>to feed her child today. work work<br> <br>there is a man sleeping on a piece<br>of cardboard<br>over an open grate<br> <br>there is a crack whore turning tricks<br>a boy 'shamed<br>to go to school without shoes.<br> <br>today we hear that there will be<br>no financing<br>of contraceptives. Work work<br> <br>there are those who speak<br>of love<br>without reading history<br> <br>Pope Nicolas V started the slave trade<br>to convert the<br>'Moors, heathens, & other enemies of Christ'<br> <br>What if i don't want your love? <br>show respect? ? ! ! <br>Mr Backlash. Mr Backlash<br> <br>The old ones said do what you will<br>& harm none<br>The native peoples advised<br> <br>take only what you need<br>& give thanks<br>when the christians spoke<br> <br>the light went out of those eyes.<br>there were black<br>overseers back in the slave days too<br> <br>work work</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Peter+Bormuth">Peter Bormuth</a><div class=q>
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that stand behind you
are all white, like the papers you sign.
 
the patrons at the bar in Birdland
would shout work work
when Lester lept into a solo.
 
I remember why he drank himself
to death
in a small room..."></div>
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