We awaken each morning
To their constant noise
Each day we live in full hearing
Of their clutter
They live everywhere
They are in every place
Their ill-mannered words
In every alley
In every slum
In every block
They come to intimidate us
They come to sway us
From the truth we know
From the “white” we see to be “white”
Their pathetic drive
They shout on
Only because we let them
Our pity goes out to them
For we hear their rant
We hear their rave
And know what they are
And know what they represent
They are barrels
And make the most noise!


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