I remember where I was
when I heard the news,
at my computer writing a
story about warriors and
what that word means,
ironic really as the reality
clouded my heart,
you’d been sick for
weeks and I feared this
day,
but when
it came I felt
the pain
cuz who, whose gonna
do it like you?
whose gonna speak the truth?
and remind us of our roots?
and all we been through?
and what our government, really here to do?
Amiri Amiri I fear that the
flame will die, if the kids
don’t rise up and learn from
the past, if technology washes over
the thoughts that last, but in death
you reach people that
never ever knew
the knowledge that you blew
and I hear the sax now
today as you make your
transition back to the ether
and these appregios’ and wails
and cries to the moon, and
I swear I wanted to cry
but I got that warrior feel in
deep within my mind, ancestral
yearning from the human global
tribe of Freedom Freedom
Freedom Freedom, and sometimes
I feel like we’ve already won
and the poets and writers
and actors are love
musicians and we’ve become one
and our words become bombs
when we’re armed with the spirit
of everyone thats passed on,
and i’ll take what you taught me
and i’ll write on
and your words live on
and your words live on
and your son lives on
running for mayor in Newark
and me doin food drives in
the basement of a church
and poets having meeting
and writers goin bizerk
and poems about whats fucked up
in the world and how much it hurts,
Amiri Amiri out of your legacy
the flame burns on, and thank
you for giving me the balls to
to read poetry that i’ve needed
a body guard for, and giving me
the balls to be on the right side
of justice when it might cost
us our lives
and giving me the balls to
speak my mind when I know
I’m right,
even if
it gets me knocked out tonight.
Amiri Amiri you ran to of time
but you’ve passed your torch
and the fire shines bright.
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