Because we Couldn’t Stand
the Grief
Cool, he’s Miles cool, he’s Coltrane cool
he’s Sidney Poitier cool, he’s armani,
cool, he’s raybans cool, he’s black man
cool.
No need for gulags, for
snarling dog torture, for
other hung up in hoods
cuz humiliation’s never
cool.
Thriving middle class
cool, green economy
cool, health meals
for poor children,
cool, money for mass transit
cool.
Nobody looks cool
on the aircraft carrier, no one
cool ordering the bombing raid
not cool commander in chief
lying.
Lying about the bombing
of innocents, lying
for Hallburton and Enron, lying
about the cigar
in the honey pot,
the blow in the nose,
My Pet Goat, plumbers
in the Watergate, troops
over the border again, lying
about the mass destruction
weapons never there.
Orange alert
and the tactic of fear,
totally uncool.
He’s take you to the hoop
cool, he’s sneakin’ a smoke
on the jet cool, he’s south
side of
peace is patriotic, cool, he’s
give the fundamentalists
fits cool, cuz they know
he loves Jesus cool, just not
as they do, with all that
uncool hate caught
in the depths of they gut.
He’s
black man at Harvard
cool, he’s
stare a dagger into
the eyes of a Cracker
cool. He’s voodoo
cool, who do
the lynching NOW
motherfucker?
Ain’t that the thought
caught somewhere near the back
of that tiny lizard brain
you got?
Not Obama.
He’s cool.
Paul E. Nelson, Auburn, WA, 9:51A – 11.3.08