A book of Poetry The Vagabond Poet
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excerpt from: Black Lives Matter
The white kids from the suburbs, all marching in the street
Screaming black lives matter, like that's some kind of treat
While the black guy from the hood, he just tries to make ends meet
Got no job, the school was broke, he hardly learned to read.
To rise out of that poverty, and make a life fulfilled
Takes more guts than shruburb larva yelling for a thrill.
You try being black, and go searching for a job
Between the crackheads and the welfare moms,
Even the beat cop stares you down.
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excerpt from : The New Russian War
I do not care about your politics, opinions make me gag.
It's the art of an honest business deal
That’s the breeze that blows my flag.
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The function of the artist is to disturb. His duty is to arouse the sleepers, to shake the complacent pillars of the world. He is the agitator, a disturber of the peace-- quick, impatient, positive, restless and disquieting.
He is the creative spirit working in the soul of man
Norman Bethdune
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