APRIL IS NATIONAL POETRY MONTH!
Today, the spotlight shines on a Revolutionary Brother. An Iconic, Polarizing Panther, A Political Activist. The founder member of the Southern California Chapter of The Black Panther Party for Self-Defense and Leader of the Los Angeles Chapter. Mayor of the Ghetto. You can assassinate the Revolutionary, but you can't kill the revolution. Black Power! Rest in Power, Bunchy and John!
ALPRENTICE "BUNCHY" CARTER
I must confess that I still breathe
though you are not yet free
what could justify my crying start
forgive my coward's heart
--but blame me not the sheepish me
for i have just awakened from a deep, deep sleep
for i be hazed, and dazed, and scared
and vipers fester in my hair
Black Mother i curse your drudging years
the rapes, and heart-breaks, sweat and tears
--but this cannot redeem, the fact--
you cried in pain, i turned my back
and ran into the myers fog
and watched while you were dogged
and died a thousand deaths
but i swear on siege night dark and gloom
a rose I'll wear to honor you, and when i fall
the rose in hand
you'll be free and I a man
for a slave of natural death who dies
can't balance out to two dead flies
I'd rather be without the shame
a bullet lodge within my brain
If i were not to reach our goal
let bleeding cancer torment my soul.
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