Panther


PANTHER POETRY

Dedicated to the spirit of the Black Panther Party


Diann Iyanna Gwinn

Revolution Love Song


 

Like an angel-warrior you descend


Transforming cold doom


Into drops of sweet water


Nourishing my thirsty soul.



Welcoming arms, sincere and kind


Relieved hungry bellies and fed starving minds.


Believed in the children and kept them from harm.



Welcoming arms, breathing and warm


Relieve my pain and heal my wounded heart.


Holding me close you whisper in my ear,


"Your skin's so soft . like butter, baby".


I melt like sweet sap flowing from a sugar tree.



Thrills of joy wave over me


As you cradle my breasts, so tenderly


With hands still strong


Yet heavenly.


Once clutched a Smith & Wesson


With the same sense of purpose


To defend and protect the people


So valiantly!



For tonight the revolution rest


endlessly patient


silent and wise


She knows tomorrow comes all too soon.



As the new day dawns


We rise up together renewed


Singing in perfect harmony


In one voice, clear and pure


"All Power to the People!"


"A Luta Continua!"


As the struggle continues


So that one day we all may breath free!



Diana "Iyanna" Gwinn



In memory of Gary Webb, courageous investigative journalist, who exposed the U.S. Governmentís complicity in the crack cocaine epidemic.

For the children, our hope for the future.


BABY-MOMA



CIA-CONTRA CRACK-CRAZED BABY-MOMA


Steals the money for her new-born infantís formula


Chasing the next hit...BOO-YAAAA!


Was it worth it to ya?


Deflowered


Defiled


Denied


Dismissed


Disgraced


Discarded


Shamed with lies, deceit, hypocrisy.


Blinded by confusion


Vicious circle of illusion


Told sheís just a bitch...


A crack ho.


Too numb to feel her spirit dying


Too blind to see the systemís lying


Doesnít know which way to go


Doesnít hear her babyís crying.


Babies crying


Babies dying


Donít you hear the babies crying?


Babies crying


Babies dying


Canít you see the babies dying?


Diana "Iyanna" Gwinn



Rivers of Blood Flow through the Corporate Spine



On a conveyor belt of carnage and death

Flag-draped coffins glide silently by,

Hidden from view.


Sacrificial lambs fed to the false god of insatiable greed and endless war;

Endless war for endless peace.


Corporate spin-zone kicked the "Vietnam Syndrome"...

No body bags this time around.


Trapped in 1984, conditioned, unthinking, ignorant drones

Dwell in fear in their living tombs.


Wolves wrapped in red, white and blue

Battle dark-skinned phantoms.

Emboldened by our silence and indifference to life

Rivers of blood flow.


Rivers of blood flow through the corporate spine

Immortal machine, shiny, cold and clean.

Out of sight and out of mind.

Rest in peace till the end of time.


WAKE UP!

Diana "Iyanna" Gwinn