I wrote this poem today, MLK Day, after listening to Martin Luther King, Jr.’s speech, “Beyond Viet Nam.” Have you never herd; it’s a real gas. If you don’t like it, talk to the hand, nay, palm…
Trifecta of Win Win Win
Have you never herd
The triplets
Of racism, poverty, and militarism
Ignorant
Of sum
Mutha’s MLK
A perfect stormin’
A fecund whirled
A trifecta of win win win
No’ing our place
And no show
Like business
And meaning it
What will it take
To pass win
For the love of beings
As strong as any steal
If smelt
Dealt
Ore what
Might be
Just
In efface of
Silent but deadly
