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April Is National Poetry Month! 

ARSON AND COLD LACE

(or how i yearn to burn baby burn)

"ARSON AND COLD LACE," FIRST APPEARED IN "UMBRA."

WORTH LONG

POET X FORMER STAFF COORDINATOR OF SNCC

We have found you out

Falsed face America

We have found you out

We have found you out

False farmers

We have found you out

The sparks of suspicion

Are melting your waters

and water can’t drown them

These fires a-burning

and firemen can’t calm them

With falsely appeasing

and preachers can’t pray

with hopes for deceiving

Nor leaders deliver

A lecture on losing

Nor teachers inform them

The chosen are choosing

For now is the fire

And fires won’t answer

To logic and listening

and hopefully seeming

Hot flames must devour

The kneeling and fleeing

and torture the masters

Whose idiot pleading

Gits lost in the echoes

Of dancing and bleeding

We have found you out

False farmers

We have found you out

We have found you out

False faced America

We have found you out