George Floyd. Never made it home. Knee on the neck and cops standing by. No! I will not let this go-o-o. Eight minutes, forty-six seconds. George called “Please, I can’t breathe.” “My neck hurts.” “They’re going to kill me.” George Floyd. Here we stand. With our brown and black family. Stop police killing unarmed black folk. STOP!
Written for the Poor People’s Campaign: A National Call For Moral Revival There’s something that’s troubling the Grannies, So we toss and we turn late at night, Wond’rin’ why there are so many hungry In a land that’s so rich, that ain’t right! It’s time for a moral revival so We’ve joined the Poor People’s Campaign To end poverty in…
This is a re-write of one of my older songs. Originally written for Veterans For Peace as The War Economy, it now addresses the four prongs of the Poor People’s Campaign: systemic racism, systemic poverty, the war economy, and ecological devastation. We’re rising up in [Raleigh] now and joining the campaign, A task that wasn’t finished when the Rev’rend King…
An unelected managerIn Flint, Michigan Switched its source of water to The filthy River Flint . Drinking water full of lead And Legionnaire’s disease Saved the town a bit of dough The governor was pleased . Most residents of Flint are black So they don’t really count Their city’s debts must be repaid Their rights, the state could flout .…
