Black And Tan Fantasy.

Last night, a dream came;
flying though bright speculations
and the Mundus Novus dawning.

Mumbled voices and profound words,
all mistaken for Universal Truth.

Fire Hoses and the sharp teeth of dogs;
Burn down the Negro.
Mississippi child home,
sick.

Twenty-second day of November- 1963.

The Motorcade,
Bleeding,
Unconscious.

Parkland Memorial Hospital (Dallas, TX) -
Burn down the Nation,
Fire hoses- National Guard Troops.

'From Dallas, Texas, the flash, apparently official.'

We shall stay as long as the struggle,
Flashing semaphore distress

Marching to the Mountain Top
over the sinking ship- America.

And all the while...
Like in Selma,
Like in Washington,
Like in Memphis-

Dr. King marches on.

Fire hoses wash the blood from the streets

Priests in flack jackets,
Preach to dead civil rights workers.

To ANY-
and ALL who would ask-

'You can be filled with bitterness,
and with hatred, and a desire for revenge.'

Like in Berkley,
Like in Ohio,
Like in the chants of Thanksgiving.

Hear my antithesis;
Anti-war,
Anti-media,
Anti-mother,
Anti-father.

He, who is not busy being born,
is busy dying.

April 4,1968-

From every star in the Universe,
From every blade of grass,
Like the horror that comes in three-

SIRHAN
SIRHAN

And all the while in California- California.
The sign of White-hooded madmen
spell out a message of H A T E.

K- JFK
K- MLK
K- RFK

Let this Black & Tan celebration-
Fantasy-
echo into the ears of my children.

Equality in music-
Equality in blood-
Black,
Tan,
Red,
White,
Yellow.

Fantasy of what should be.

by John Farrell

Comments (2)

More interesting is the juxtaposition of these three leaders that fought for civil rights and how an assassin quashed their ideals, and their lives, far too soon. Nice work.
Yes it is well documented that the blak man has suffered as like the American Indian-perhaps. These two races have both endured. Now we have a black President that a lot of us voted into office. Not because of the color of his skin. But because he was and is the best man suited for the job. Racism needs to become instinct like the dinosaurs of past. We all need to live for the moment and future, instead of living in the past of heart ache and sad sorrow. Peace to all men and women. Color and race does not need to be a barrier but emerge into a phase of happiness towards all men. Long live peace. Great poem! God bless us all-MJG.