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Jose Campos Torres

アーティスト:Gil Scott-Heron  アルバム:The Mind of Gil Scott-Heron 

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I had said I wasn't going to write no more poems like this I had confessed to myself all along, tracer of life, poetry trends That awareness, consciousness, poems that screamed of pain and the origins of pain and death had blanketed my tablets And therefore, my friends, brothers, sisters, in-laws, outlaws, and besides -- they already knew But brother Torres, common ancient bloodline brother Torres is dead I had said I wasn't going to write no more poems like this I had said I wasn't going to write no more words down about people kicking us when we're down About racist dogs that attack us and drive us down, drag us down and beat us down But the dogs are in the street The dogs are alive and the terror in our hearts has scarcely diminished It has scarcely brought us the comfort we suspected The recognition of our terror and the screaming release of that recognition Has not removed the certainty of that knowledge -- how could it The dogs rabid foaming with the energy of their brutish ignorance Stride the city streets like robot gunslingers And spread death as night lamps flash crude reflections from gun butts and police shields I had said I wasn't going to write no more poems like this But the battlefield has oozed away from the stilted debates of semantics Beyond the questionable flexibility of primal screaming The reality of our city, jungle streets and their Gestapos


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