Saturday, December 26, 2009

Merry Christman & Happy Kwanzaa

Merry Christmas & Happy Kwanzaa: May the Creator Bless Each and Everyone and bring peace and justice to the world. Love the following poems I was sent. -

"MERRY CHRISTMAS",
by Langston Hughes
Published In New Masses (Dec. 1930)
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From the gun-boats in the river,
Ten-inch shells for Christmas gifts,
And peace on earth forever.



Merry Christmas, India,
To Gandhi in his cell,
From righteous Christian England,
Ring out, bright Christmas bell!



Ring Merry Christmas, Africa,
From Cairo to the Cape!
Ring Hallehuiah! Praise the Lord!
(For murder and for rape.)



Ring Merry Christmas, Haiti!
(And drown the voodoo drums-
We'll rob you to the Christian hymns
Until the next Christ comes.)



Ring Merry Christmas, Cuba!
(While Yankee domination
Keeps a nice fat president
In a little half-starved nation.)



And to you down-and-outers,
("Due to economic laws")
Oh, eat, drink, and be merry
With a bread-line Santa Claus-



While all the world hails Christmas,
While all the church bells sway!
While, better still, the Christian guns
Proclaim this joyous day!



While holy steel that makes us strong
Spits forth a mighty Yuletide song:
SHOOT Merry Christmas everywhere!
Let Merry Christmas GAS the air!







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"BALLAD OF ROOSEVELT" (1934) Langston Hughes

The pot was empty,
The cupboard was bare.
I said, Papa,
What's the matter here?
I'm waitin' on Roosevelt, son,
Roosevelt, Roosevelt,
Waitin' on Roosevelt, son.


The rent was due,
And the lights was out.
I said, Tell me, Mama,
'What's it all about?
We're waitin' on Roosevelt, son,
Roosevelt, Roosevelt,
Just waitin' on Roosevelt.

Sister got sick
And the doctor wouldn't come
Cause we couldn't pay him
The proper sum
A-waitin' on Roosevelt,
Roosevelt, Roosevelt,
A-waitin' on Roosevelt.

Then one day
They put us out o' the house.
Ma and Pa was
Meek as a mouse
Still waitin' on Roosevelt,
Roosevelt, Roosevelt.

But when they felt those
Cold winds blow
And didn't have no
Place to go
Pa said, I'm tired
O' waitin' on Roosevelt,
Roosevelt, Roosevelt.
Damn tired o' waitin' on Roosevelt.

I can't git a job
And I can't git no grub.
Backbone and navel's
Doin' the belly-rub -
A-waitin' on Roosevelt,
Roosevelt, Roosevelt.

And a lot o' other folks
What's hungry and cold
Done stopped believin'
What they been told
By Roosevelt,
Roosevelt, Roosevelt-

Cause the pot's still empty,
And the cupboard's still bare,
And you can't build a bungalow
Out o' air-
Mr. Roosevelt, listen!
'What's the matter here?
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