April Is National Poetry Month!
This Brother was a Professional Revolutionary. Minister of Information of the Bronx Chapter. Zayd dedicated his life to the liberation of Black People. His work shall live on and on and on.
“A Revolutionary is a Professional, so you must be a Professional Revolutionary”
Zayd
Malik Shakur
A Professional Revolutionary
I
may – if you wish – lose my livelihood
I may sell my shirt and
bed
I may work as a stone-cutter
A street sweeper
a porter
I
may clean your stores
Or rummage your garbage for food
I may
lay down hungry
O enemy of the Sun
But
I shall not
compromise
And to the last pulse in my veins
I shall resist
You
may take the last strip of my land
Feed my youth to prison
cells
You may plunder my heritage
You may burn my books
my
poems
Or feed my flesh to the dogs
You may spread a web of
terror
On the roofs of my village
O Enemy of the Sun
But
I
shall not compromise
And to the last pulse in my veins
I shall
resist
You may put out the light in my eyes
You may deprive me
of my mother’s kisses
You may curse my father
my People
You
may distort my history
You may deprive my children of a smile
And
of life’s necessities
You may fool my friends with a borrowed
face
You may build walls of hatred around me
You may glue my
eyes to humiliations
O Enemy of the Sun
But
I shall not
compromise
And to the last pulse in my veins
I shall resist
O
Enemy of the Sun
The decorations are raised at the port
The
ejaculations fill the air
A glow in the hearts
And in the
horizon
A sail is seen
Challenging the wind
And the
depths
It is Field Marshall Dedan Kamathi (Mau Mau)
Returning
home
From the sea of loss
It is the return of the Sun
Of my
exiled ones
And for her sake
and his
I swear
I shall not
compromise
And to the last pulse in my veins
I shall
resist
Resist–and resist
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