Can They …?

Can they make trillions, uh, just, disappear?
Can they make killings on wars—and fear?
Can they, uh—oops—overtax you in “error?”
Can they use it fighting their “war on terror?”
Can they pay most Blacks less than whites?
Can they then say voting exercises rights?
Can cold figures not lie about plutocracy?
Can fools unlearn, “voting is democracy?”

Can they wash millions of brains in a box?
Can they Goebbels-walk waves on FOX?
Can they keep people asleep and uncritical?
Can they make people, a-historical, apolitical?
Can they scare a people shitless in September?
Can they—presto—change…after November?

Can they send billions to an apartheid state?
Can they tell Motown folks they must wait?
Can they take over schools and school board?
Can they make our children pray to their lord?
Can bought politicians do without your support?
Can lil’ ol’ you phone in plays for a big pro sport?

Can the big money make pols into yes-men?
Can they be moved around like chessmen?
Can they lie almost every time they speak?
Can they produce about a war…each week?
Can they lie like giant printing machines?
Can they act like Al Capone, with marines?

Can they give you more hope and change?
Can it come straight from the rifle range?
Can they shoot some blacks and belt beers?
Can they do it over again in four years?
Can they deliver change you can believe in?
Can you use more black clothes to grieve in?
Can they lace your rivers and aquifers with lead?
Can they just shoot six slugs in your child’s head?

Can they keep increasing peoples’ debt exposure?
Can they cause working people more foreclosure?
Can they poison peoples’ drinking water in Flint?
Can they double— and even quadruple your rent?
Can they just ethnic cleanse your neighborhood?
Can they claim your home for the corporate good?

Can they keep conning—like Con Edison?
Can they keep killing socialized medicine?
Can they keep on lying about socialism?
Can ‘white’ ‘race’ card remain the schism?
Can ‘white’ knaves learn wealth Trumps all?
Can black ones get over the Hil in free-fall?
Can old fools, dupes and dopes even learn—
Hope and change is back…Feelin’ the Bern?

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.