Night descends as the sun’s light ends
And black comes back, to blend again
And with the death of the sun
Night and blackness become one
Blackness being you
Peeping through the red, the white, and the blue
Dreaming of lost black civilizations that once flourished and grew
HEY! – WAKE UP, NIGGERS or y’all through!
The Last Poets, 1970. Precursors to rap, hip hop and all else in the genre.
Trying to remember where you recall this veneer nightmare
That always leave you feelin’ blue
Postscript, July 5, 2015: Remembering The Last Poets when first hearing slam poetry.