This is just so poignant to me right now that I had to share. The latest events of this
week and this month have us all rattled, but there's nothing new under the sun.
This would've been written in the late 70's. Speaks even louder today.


An excerpt from Amiri Baraka's "A Poem For Deep Thinkers"


Such intellectuals as we is baby, we need to deal in the real
world, and be be in the real world. We need to use, to use, all
the all the skills all the spills and thrills that we conjure, that we
construct, that we lay out and put together, to create life as
beautiful as we thought it could be, as we dreamed it could be,
as we desired it to be, as we knew it could be, before we took
off, before we split for the sky side, not to settle for endless
meaningless circles of celebration of this madness, this madness,
not to settle for this madness this madness madness, these yoyos
yoyos of the ancient minorities. Its all real, everythings for
real, be for real, song of the skytribe walking the earth, faint
smiles to open roars of joy, meet you on the battlefield they say,
they be humming, hop, then stride, faint smile to roars of open
joy, hey may man, what's happening, meet you on the
   battlefield
they say, meet you on the battlefield they say, what i guess needs
to be discussed here
   tonight
is what side yall gon be on