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Redouble our efforts…

by BAR Poet-in-Residence Raymond Nat Turner

When our giants go down, our spines must straighten up and create new beginnings.

Neo-Confucian Wisdom in the Age of – Austerity & Informants

by BAR Poet-in-Residence Raymond Nat Turner

Confucius say he who wear wire

May go undetected in East River…


by BAR Poet-in-Residence Raymond Nat Turner

I’d rather see hit men from the Five Families

Lecturing gang-bangers on gun violence,

Than see the U.S. prancing ‘round the world

Like a peacock, pontificating ‘bout democracy!

…Double life

by Raymond Nat Turner

Accepted a prize

The preacher paid his life for

Make me do it…

by Raymond Nat Turner

Make me do it, one Hellfire Missile each—

They’ll all be in a better place: with you

Lord, make me do it! Make me do it!

Long Dong Silver Laid the Foundation for Drone Man

by Raymond Nat Turner

“Negroz ain’t known for checkin’ facts

Like Clinton’s sax, and other acts”

…In his head

by Raymond Nat Turner

Dr. King’s Dream come true,

In his head! Black folks way better

Off, in his head, Rev. Wright was

Wrong, in his head!

Quit haunting me, Amiriman

by BAR poet-in-Residence Raymond Nat Turner

Put an APB out, forthwith, posthaste on

Dem Nuremberg Negroz, assets in alligator combat boots,

Armani flak jackets, suede suicide vests and Louis Vuitton

Saddlebags packed with C-4, impostors posing as peoples’ servants,

Amiri made me think…

by Raymond Nat Turner

What muthafracker would

Bomb the Motherland and

Call it humanitarian? Mc Cain?

My Wise Country Cousin: On the 2/4 Dance…

by Raymond Nat Turner

Ebry 2-4 yrs Negroz gettin’ played fo’ de fool

12th Man

by Raymond Nat Turner

Where’s The 12th Man

All 137.6 decibels—

For Mumia and Maroon?

The Unemployment Question(s)

by Raymond Nat Turner

Livin’ on nothin’, while hunger works full time

No wonder, some brothers stumble into crime.

On the Night Negroz lost their minds…

by BAR poet-in-residence Raymond Nat Turner

Since that November

Night in ’08, Negroz

Ain’t been straight…

My Wise Country Cousin on Con-yay Wez

by Raymond Nat Turner

He go Wes’

You stay Eas’


by BAR poet-in-residence Raymond Nat Turner

Still the syn-tactical surgeon

With precision pen, atomic tenor,

Suturing my severed tongue

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