Flash! This Is The News! Poetry Is Revolution! Where Are The Red Men? Who Are You?

FLASH!  THIS IS THE NEWS!  POETRY IS REVOLUTION!  WHERE ARE THE RED MEN?  WHO ARE YOU/

PONTIAC'S SPEECH TO THE WHITE MAN

Out of the blue sky, out of

the waters, out of the woods, of the deer,

the beaver the bush the bird flies, out

of my people the blood, out of

so many moons in this place a man

cannot count them, out of

grace with the Great Spirit who

gave us this land, you seek to push us.

                                                              (At night, in my dreams,

already I smell you, I smell

your railroads, your sawmills,

my mother's hair burning in the forest, I

smell these things in my dreams,

I see that Chrysler plant you intend

over the graves of.my people. You

cannot fool me! I am the

land you seek, I am the supple

bowing of the branches, I am the leaves,

waving a warning to my young men,

I have the strength

of all the roots in the forest

under me, the fox and the bear and the hawk and the badger

have given me their skills, all things and creatures

in the forest have. given me what is theirs

for I have given them my spirit, I have, since

the Great Spirit first placed us here, I have

trod with respect and care over

my mother's flesh, over

this land.

                                                          All this! All this! All this! 

you will have to push out, you white men, you

pale-faced rum-drinking cowards, you ......

who have not been able to manage

your own affairs in your own land, you

who come now to desecrate mine. Ahhh, this

is your last chance, you bastards,

get the fuck out NOW,

or forever be food for the wrath of the forest people.

                                                           (I know,

in my dreams, I know your perverse

power, your guns and your

driven multitudes of paid and punished

warriors, and I know, in my dreams,

against you my branches may break,

my leaves may be burned, my fur

singed and bleeding in the bitter cold

of your ways, and my heart bleeds, my roots

squirm and heave with these apprehensions,

but I hear , in my dreams I hear

over the clamor of your Fords, over

the cries of your powdery women in

your department stores, over the

shriek of the mutilated forest itself, I hear

another tongue, my tongue

in another's mouth, in my dreams I hear

the triumph of my forest speech

in another time, and it says, it

screams with a vengeance

UP AGAINST THE WALL MOTHERFUCKERSI

Dave Sinclair

1968, in Detroit,

land of the Ottawas

and Wyandots

FLASH! THE PANTHERS GO TO NIGHT COURT

(New York, July 20--LNS)-This black chick got slapped by some liquor store owner, and somehow the Panthers heard about it, so this Panther went back to the liquor store and got into a hassle with the owner. He called the pigs, and the Panther was busted. The case came up in Night Court, and there were like four hundred Black Panthers there. When the Panther who was charged walked into court they all stood up. The bailiffs both pulled out their guns and swung them back and forth, while the Panthers just stared at them. Four hundred Panthers, standing up for their brother. The judge cooled the bailiffs and dismissed the charge against the Panther.

Think about what 400 freeks could do in court when a brother is hassled. Be advised. Be free....