Malthusians

Turning villages into rubble:
All that you know of human worth;
From your dollar-driven bubble
Wiping out the poor of the earth.

Taxpayer’s money, raining death
Will testify to all you do:
Speaking lies to your last breath.
And then—the Lord must deal with you.

Juneteemf

Nineteen JUNE is a very special day that we must remember cuz that’s the day brave men of every color came together to invade the beaches of Normandy and fight against the evillest person ever created. America had to make the world safe from democracy, and that means liberty from Nazis and Japan along with Mussolini. Brave U.S. fighters give their life this day long ago so you and me can have FREEDUM! It was at Omaha Beach and a bunch of other places over there in France.

On this very special day we party down and eat festive food like D-Day burgers and Allied liberator salad with Freedum fries. That’s cuz French people almost enslaved by Germany but America came on D-day and kicked Hitler’s ass.

That means they were willing to sacrifice and cuz of them now we play any music we want as loud as we can, we shop online and get almost ANYTHING 24/7, we can marry anybody we want, homosexuals are free, people can even decide what is they GENDER. Women fight in the army and get PAID just like a man or better sometime. Like you can bump to any track u like and smoke blunts in a stylin’ car and even wear a baseball cap backwards if u want can’t nobody judge you. You may be saggin’ your jeanz or wear skinny jeanz it’s all good. Pretty soon cannabis be legal anytime anywhere so the brave soldiers of WWII let’s give it up for them today JUNETEEMF  !

OOH OOH Yeah  BOO-ya we ROLLIN’

We ballin’ all over June 19 nuff respeck

June J !

Rock on, Rock on, June Jordan; go!
Write on, write on, we feel your pain!
You spit some lines against the Man,
And the Man buys them back again.

And your bad poems become a joke
A poorly-punctuated whine
Insulting readers— and the Muse;
An unpoetic party-line.

The trashy verse you vomit forth:
Makes poets nauseous at your name.
Your screeds are easy to ignore,
And makes one doubtful of your fame.

June Jordan
HEAP the DIRT !

This Old Poem #3:

June Jordan’s April 10, 1999

Copyright © by Dan Schneider, 7/6/02