Feet Won’t Fail You Now

Vote with them

Presto! Abra-cadaver! Regime change!
And the wars played on…There’s a Ta-
Da List: Libya, Iraq, Afghanistan, Iran, Syria…
Honesty’s having Haliburton and Boeing on
Ballots; Raytheon, Exxon, General Dynamics
Nominating Northrup-Grummond; Lockheed-
Martin, Monsanto and CCA chairing conventions…
Honesty’s showing JFK, gaping hole in his
throat, brain oozing out the back of his head;
and Jackie’s blood- splattered pink dress with
all pomp and circumstance…
Honesty’s shutting up about holding
Anyone’s combat boots to the fire!

Honesty’s calling it kleptocracy, corporatocracy,
Plutocracy, autocracy—anything but democracy
for the working-class; Honesty’s stopping the
Pretense that it’s broken and we can fix it.
It’s emergency managed magnificently—
works perfectly—for the 1%

You claim an opening for socialism
in this anti-communist kingdom?
You claim your phones are smart?
Are there apps for socialism? Communism?
If not, the question in the forest of question marks is:
How quickly can we cram for the EXAM?
How rapidly can we build on baby steps?
How fast can we cut plastic cuffs from our imaginations?
How swiftly can we snatch stars through orange netting?
How quickly can we recycle shackles into Independent
Organizations? How quickly can we come together?
How fast can we cast off illusions and light lanterns
lanterns of theory, ordering our steps?

How swiftly can we blend rivulets of revolt into a river of
Revolution; or, forever cower before bloodthirsty bogeymen,
bogey-ladies champagne-caviar cycles of fear; granting colored
tokens rights to do wrong?
2008-2016
Black dyed-in-the wool corporate war criminal
2016-2024
Woman warmonger, Wall Street operative
2024—2032
“Latino” warlord, creature of the 1%
2032-2040
Asian exponent of the ‘pivot’
2040-2048
First Openly Gay Commander-in-Chief
2048-2056
First Disabled agent of war profiteers—
Then cycles restart; Doubling-up on identities…

II.
Your feet burn, your legs ache; but notice
How energized, invigorated, uplifted you are!
Something ’bout your breathing’s not shallow—
like defeat in aftermath of $campaigns & $elections;
Notice how revitalized you are when rubber
and road meet at your feet, forming street heat—
Militant marches do that—
Voting feet won’t fail you…

Former forklift driver/warehouse worker/janitor, Raymond Nat Turner is a NYC poet; BAR's Poet-in-Residence; and founder/co-leader of the jazz-poetry ensemble UpSurge!NYC. Read other articles by Raymond Nat, or visit Raymond Nat's website.