No LongEr Worki ng
Black rice out of place, out of time
As the wedding procession passes
Thrown to the wind by her white grooms
She falls among the foreign masses
Who use her like a puppet
Or a pickaninny step-and-fetch-it
How many times they throw their balls at her?
How many times she catch it?
The way that Sally the slave did
In the company of her president
Who stole into the barn one night
To give Sally a present
And so filled with lust for power
The pretty black rice puppet
Chides Abyssinia for thinking war
Though her white grooms are behind it
All along the puppet avoids
The strongman to the east
Who beats his own flesh and blood
Being filled with bile and yeast
The black rice puppet waves and smiles
And gets back on her plane
Where she stands and speaks to no one
And receives none of the blame
And because he’s been avoided
The strongman takes a fierce free hand
But he weakens his own protection
And it’s death for the strongman
As his hand has sowed around him
So shall the harvest be
Because no one’s been watching him
His heAFts no longEr Worki ng
— rccg
Janet Devlin
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