Sunday, 28 June 2015

Flags: Kanye And Kayne

So no, he didn’t name check Bree Newsome,

Or burn the flag she ripped down from the sky,

He didn’t ask for prayers for Charleston,

An end to police brutality, gun violence and crime,

No. He didn’t seem to notice it was gay pride,

Nor draw a rainbow on his cheek,

He didn’t make us take a minutes silence,

For the American black churches burnt down this week.

He paused. 

And I thought he’d say just one thing

For social justice, for peace on the street,

But instead he said "I’m the greatest living rock star"

Like Muhammad Ali, hip-hopping on two left feet.

"Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee

My only fault is that I don't realize how great I really be."


Nothing for equality

And no peace prayer,

I watched racists on social media,

Debating his right to be there.

Kanye and Kayne trending,

As the debate gets convoluted,

Glastonbury all chanting nigger

As though the toxic N-Word is diluted.

Strange Fruit. Strange Fruit.

That song rang true as a bell through the night,

That was one bright clear moment,

I felt he got something right, right.

Blood on the leaves,

Blood on the roots,

We’ve still got a long way to go,

And that’s still some strange fruit.

Watch him singing nigger in a fruit picker,

To a white crowd filled with expectation, privilege and goals,

I don’t see any greatest living rock stars,

Climbing flag poles.

(c) Salena Godden / Glastonbury June 2015

latest youtube clip: Salena Godden live at Tongue Fu 
improvisation of 'Voodoo'   - an excerpt from Springfield Road 
published by Unbound Books -

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