by BAR poet in residence Raymond Nat Turner
She's implacable, unmovable and inevitable. She's the Democratic candidate. Deal with it.
Say HER Name
by BAR poet in residence Raymond Nat Turner
She vacations with the war criminal Henry K—
Though bribes go better with Coke, and B of A
Renown past master of the game of pay to play
Super predator for slavers, like Geo, and CCA—
Black Lives Matter in cages, mostly Dixiecratic
Suggesting struggle to be waged is: systematic…
Chevron, Exxon, Monsanto, Boeing sweetheart
Showed labor love from the board of Wal-Mart
Fossil fuel fiend, undisputed Queen of Fracking
Bullish on Merrill-Lynching, Goldman-Sacking
5 thousand a minute money-laundering speeches
Pep talks to the most parasitic pack of all leeches
Fiser, City Group, Morgan and Lehman Brothers
Time-Warner, Dewey Sq. Group, countless others…
Oh, let’s not forget the hustle of false philanthropy
Crafty exploitation of death, destruction and misery
Seems the mission of her infamous, shifty foundation
Is stealing damn near anything and everything Haitian
Donations, ending up right back in the donors’ pockets
Maybe her real work’s selling bombs, missiles, rockets?
Libya and Honduras? Shhh, don’t tell; Shhh, don’t ask—
Syria and Iran? Quick—grab her Hannibal Lecter mask!
Raymond Nat Turner © 2016 All Rights Reserved
Raymond Nat Turner is an acclaimed poet and performance artist. You can find much more of his work at http://upsurgejazz.com
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