POEM: FIGHT

photo by Alex Lear

 

FIGHT

(in memory of brother Frederick)

 

those who profess they want the ocean

         without the awful roar of the waves

those who profess they want the rains

         without the thunder or the lightening

those who profess they want the harvest

         without plowing up the earth

 

         they don’t understand

         no, they don’t understand

         they don’t understand

         they just don’t understand

 

         that power

         concedes nothing

         without a struggle

         it never did

         and it never will

 

those who profess they want a better life

         but they are not ready to rise

those who profess they want a change

         and yet they are not willing to struggle

those who profess they want a revolution

         and still they’re afraid to fight

 

         they don’t understand

         no, they don’t understand

         they don’t understand

         they just don’t understand

 

         that power

         concedes nothing

         without a struggle

         it never did

         and it never will

 

I say the limits of oppression

are defined by the willingness

of our people to endure

the injustice of tyrants

 

when our people rise

         oppression is over

when our people struggle

         exploitation is ended

when our people fight

         tyrants die

 

organize our people

         to rise

organize our people

         to struggle

organize our people

         to fight

 

cause power

concedes nothing

without a struggle

it never did

and it never will

 

—kalamu ya salaam