Poem By Simon Samuda
The Black question,
As studied by the Marxist, Communist, Socialist.
If Black men study the question,
Then they must be Black Nationalist.
Always allowing others,
To define our reality.
The crisis of the Black Intellectual,
Perpetually lost, in the Muslim Mosque.
Nailed to the cross by Christianity,
The political praxis of our nemesis,
The control of the Black masses,
Never ceases to amaze me.
Scientific question, delusional theory.
Black Christian Marxist!
An Oxymoron, What a crisis.
A form of malediction, the curse of mis-education.
Never can I fathom,
Our inability to form and fashion,
Our own philosophical, political, and social pattern.
Originating out of the Black need for action.
Am I merely a dreamer,
Who believes in utopian.
If religion is the opium,
The drug pusher is Marxism.
To offend your poor sensibilities,
It is time to accept the Black reality.
It's Not John Brown orFredrick Douglas,
It's Nat Turner and Martin R Delany.
So here is the solution,
I cannot wait for the social revolution,
Or go back to Africa,
It's the fight for economic freedom,