Poets Showing Up to the Revolution

The Gil in Scott
Heron, this bull
shit white zionist
TV, drugs on the shelves
the rulers of the universe
1.4 percent, bloody
wars, inside and out
their books are number
one Oprah will
not be televised
without the point zero
one percent’s permission
superbowl shit with billionaire
Beyonce, Malcom x my ass
torn pages from shit
storm USA, one giant
snap chat, the revolution
will not be Facebooked
the rulers of Universe
will do the formularies
find those brain-sapping
compounds, TV or generation
triple xxx Prozac
they will rule their kingdom
compliant, white boys
girls with Hillary hair
they sing to the breeder
Bernie, his war is with anything
against the Israeli line
you name it zero one
they love satellites
nanotechnology, burrowing
mental-tapping genetically-
altered Ebola, anything for
masters of universe, they
cheer black lives matter
black brains bashed
emptying revolutionary

Gil Scott Heron
revolution will be switched
onto app, the chosen few
like leeches, eating history
culling anyone against
the shit storm of junk
they produce
each stealth bomber
like a TV commercial
superbowl shit storm
Five-Zero, they wipe asses
with the scripts of yesteryear
drum the beat of war
boys and girls from Brooklyn
to Appalachia, these hedge-funders
are the revolution, the Che’s
the rotting reliance on the insipid
strumming of mirroring songs
they flee, focusing groups
these people run the numbers
get the economic principles
send little zits to college
so another billion suck
the crack pipe of chosen
consumerism, fear and faux
the democracy of not knowing
the revolution, it’s

Gil Scott
Heron, so old school, these
hyper botoxed queens Tweeting
everything we need to know
the revolution brother Gil . . . .

You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and
skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised

…. Somehow this silly new world emptiness
ice cream the flavor of the month
flaccid people, they jump Ivy
League white girls, white boys
suited up for lawyering, for the
the end game, TV, cultural
pop, whores in the game
dread-thinking peeps
the drug is the television
electronic muzac
the drones run
on EE and Georgia
Tech computer engineers
be the Bezos, the Gate, the
Rahm and Chicago
we have poor academics
saying white male superiority
is white patriarchy (WASP)

but the chosen
few, the fear, the world
is their oyster, e coli
colitis, the entire
thing is, stars and race
the race is to the bottom
80 percent captured
by one, revolutionaries
their sycophants, their
broken shits
each six pack
billionaires laughing
pie face, lives
matter, revolutionary
road, the drive is
Mercedes, each drop
of oil the zone of Gaza
anything to seek
genocide, yet, the revolutionaries
will be televised, the Gil in Scott
will be the
revolution . . . .

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.

Paul Haeder's been a teacher, social worker, newspaperman, environmental activist, and marginalized muckraker, union organizer. Paul's book, Reimagining Sanity: Voices Beyond the Echo Chamber (2016), looks at 10 years (now going on 17 years) of his writing at Dissident Voice. Read his musings at LA Progressive. Read (purchase) his short story collection, Wide Open Eyes: Surfacing from Vietnam now out, published by Cirque Journal. Here's his Amazon page with more published work Amazon. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.