Kenneth Patchen 13 December 1911 - 8 January 1972

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They point their noses At the Negro jerking in the tight noose; His feet spread crow-like above these Honorable men who laugh as he chokes. I don’t know this black man. I don’t know these white men. But I know that one of my hands Is black, and one white. I know that One part of me is being strangled, While another part horribly laughs. Until it changes, I shall be forever killing; and be killed.
Nice Day for a Lynching The bloodhounds look like sad old judges In a strange court.
Where is the line The truth is what they don't say from?
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