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 It has been a little over a year since the DNC invaded Boston. I attended the protests there and simply put, the various Anarchists, Communists and other radicals there had quite an impact on me. This poem is a tribute to those who took to the streets. Struggle on!  BOSTONBoston, your washed up streets and bubbling sewers call outÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â your name at nightÂ Â veteran splintered aqua chipped painttugboats moan at rising dawn on journey to garbage islands in ozoned harborsÂ Â whales need not moan anymoreRevolutionary fields and building tops beckon the pastÂ Â rustingÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â water towers dripping air conditioners groan hum whistleÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Senegalese cab driver turning up Ali Farka Toure radioÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â call to prayer 5 times daily, orthodox Jews simultaneously reciting kiddish kaddishBoston T, flatten pennies on tracksÂ Â satisfy tourists with yourÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â tireless anarcho-comunitarian blend parading the streetsÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â while imperialist friendly fascist Kerry salutesÂ Â placard Idaho,Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Florida, Arkansas all there supporting Bush-mirror-image crackling grin white teethBlack messiah mahdi hustler pimp Detroit Red son of modern manÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Malcolm X â€“Â CIA did not like, slave master grandson cringed Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â from your Harlem enter here RoxburyÂ Â built Mosque #11Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â made John Adams seem like prick racist British gentlemanBoston waste your lifeÂ Â vein cutÂ Â smoke smogÂ Â urinate on consecratedÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â black messiahâ€™s RoxburyÂ Â here build no supermarket library hallal Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â no swine animal, yes swine humanÂ Â dregs of Danteâ€™s infernoÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â cabinet office pentagon book shelvesÂ Â military crank lab hereYelling â€œpolice state!â€ eyelids burn off when dare to deny truthÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â M-16â€™d soldiers manning overpass, true revolutionaries photgraphâ€™dby armored rightistsÂ Â dread lockâ€™d sageâ€™d tattoo children â€“ when pig fists introduced blood to angelic child faces tears pulled out of eyesBoston College protect the fatherlandÂ Â steel cuffs wrap â€˜roundÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â brown hands of Sikh student with polaroid â€“ questions Feds ask,Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â lies will tell, yesÂ Â too dark skin too long beard turban not welcomeÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â obsession with numbers, indeed business as usual in Bean TownPolemicist Trotskyites listen with ears flying in ecstasy to Mr. ZinnÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Anarchists go to drone manufacturing plant MIT and hearÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Mr. Chomsky speak hegemony imperialist fantasiesÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â capitalist erectionsÂ Â Jew he is, Israel and money he hatesBoston misrepresentation taxation no drugs no fun politico-mart superstoreÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â city hall spew forth misgivingsÂ Â belch oppressive stock-market frenzyÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â bile onto streets but never drown out street musician who plays 2Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â trumpets same time, destitute Viet Nam vet â€“ black â€“ all glowing spiritQueer folk of Jamaica Plain shed blood intellect over legalizedÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â marriageÂ Â cheer on anti-queer Kerry and fanciful parades colorful toowhy not set down martini, pick up molotov and overthrow despotic family-values governmentÂ Â family tooÂ Â become true toilersÂ Â queer 1917 Russia didÂ Boston moonlit sunbit cowrie-shelled lobster-trapped generationÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â shovel the snow of worries away from black and brown childrenÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â place school tuition on hook as baitÂ Â reel them inÂ Â send from Babylon real toÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Babylon historicalÂ Â wipe desert window clean of bloodOcean of radio wavesÂ Â mindless mind gallery of television imageryÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â smirking book-keeper Â Â deceitful books from cagesÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â descend on populationÂ Â aim for the minds of the brain cradlesÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â like tigers do when your back is turned in the forested slums of BorneoBoston parks (the lone spirits of the city blocks) greening all the gray, you wereÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â pushed over the edge of unlimited intimacy into the dumpster of capitalismÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â immigrant children lick the heels of the garbage bins shoe string tied tin cansÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â knowing all too well that underneath every squinting bottle lies a tulip bulb waiting toÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â fertilize the earthLife blood of water front store front basement boulevard park bench Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â soul and spine of all that is good all that is beatingÂ Â your blood speaksÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â the colors and ambitions of future insurrections joyous rebellionÂ Â today youÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â sleepwalk soup kitchen lines prison cells judgesâ€™ chambersÂ Â tomorrow you will speak theÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â ultimate truths of the egalitarian tunesÂ Â Boston Commons hold up the dreams of the atlantic shore children who onceÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â came from Budapest as slavs, Luanda as slaves, Ireland as rebels, Colombia as Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â dreamersÂ Â breath into them the manifestations of those same patriots who filled thestreets in 76 Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â with mind feeling, hand thinking thoughtsÂ Â breath into them the rifles needed to finish the Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â revolutionSteps of the library yield not to the circus of uncle tommers and barak obamers who roll steaming fecied Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â fantasies off their tongues and across the blue abyss into the melancholy ears of persian misfitsÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â remember what your great white fathers did in tehranÂ Â remember the fertile crescentâ€™d streets Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â flowing with green dreams of liberationÂ Â donâ€™t forget the reciprocity of Imam Aliâ€™s sons and Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â daughtersÂ Â bombs will not deter their sparkling eyesÂ Boston alleyways leading to infinite desires and fogged imaginations of Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â love, stay dark awhile longer just to make sure that the infantile libertarian syndicalistsÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â stir up their wheat paste and post their love for humanity and for each other on theÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â red bricked peeling walls of momentary sanityReincarnate rebels rogues unslaved-slaves exiled emancipators peoplesâ€™ liberators Carribean musicians Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â speak into the air the historical lessons, musical interpretationsÂ of transcendentalist ambitions, Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â upstream swimming, ancestor deviants and throwing tea into the Charles RiverÂ Â grasp the reigns, Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â box up oppression and throw that into the rapidsBoston flickering electrical lights at dusking dawn, counterclockwise clocks of spectacular spectacles, Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â business suited sheep armed to the venomous teeth, marble column mobile solemn faÃ§ade of Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â suggestive halfed happiness cannot be found in the cobwebbed Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â steeples bottle caps plastic wraps candied mass delusions of mathematic Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â numberness in velcroâ€™d cubicles pastÂ Â the madmen of today dressed in colours black red Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â will use the present as their paint brushes to muralize an epic futureÂ Â Insurgente fruits of poetic Zapatista flights, anarchyâ€™s Cossacks, Kronstadt rebels, communards, volta-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â congo-bissau bards of delight, Fallujahn incantationists, red army factioners, intifada Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â homelanders, tree spikers, bolivian water petrol warriors, 1930s Spanish actualities, situationists, Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â contemplationists, patriots of fabled delight I can feel the pulse of theÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â drumming of your hearts, the vindications of your agitations, communiquÃ©s of emancipation in the Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â moon tapping street rapping vibrationistas of Bostonâ€™s young so sweetBoston â€“ you are city of countless cities unbeknownst blood dripping from your crossÂ Â slave to todayâ€™s Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â babylonian Romanesque sovietesque Empire that is not so easily felt, not so easily seenÂ Â it is Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â none other than your leaderless tea party insurgents proles toilers who grasp the hammers of Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â thought and desire that will pull out the tormenting rusted nails and numbing illusionary bolts of Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â capitalism from your body yearning to drink heavily from the cup of emancipation â€“Â past be Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â damned, bolts and nails fall to the groundÂ Â revolution is not anticipatedÂ Â it has already been Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â activatedÂ Â it is already hereÂ Â BostonÂ Â taste it in your streets!Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â 
 
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 It has been a little over a year since the DNC invaded Boston. I attended the protests there and simply put, the various Anarchists, Communists and other radicals there had quite an impact on me. This poem is a tribute to those who took to the streets. Struggle on!  BOSTON Boston, your washed up streets and bubbling sewers call out Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â your name at nightÂ Â veteran splintered aqua chipped paint tugboats moan at rising dawn on journey to garbage islands in ozoned harborsÂ Â whales need not moan anymore Revolutionary fields and building tops beckon the pastÂ Â rusting Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â water towers dripping air conditioners groan hum whistle Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Senegalese cab driver turning up Ali Farka Toure radio Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â call to prayer 5 times daily, orthodox Jews simultaneously reciting kiddish kaddish Boston T, flatten pennies on tracksÂ Â satisfy tourists with your Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â tireless anarcho-comunitarian blend parading the streets Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â while imperialist friendly fascist Kerry salutesÂ Â placard Idaho, Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Florida, Arkansas all there supporting Bush-mirror-image crackling grin white teeth Black messiah mahdi hustler pimp Detroit Red son of modern man Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Malcolm X â€“Â CIA did not like, slave master grandson cringed Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â from your Harlem enter here RoxburyÂ Â built Mosque #11 Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â made John Adams seem like prick racist British gentleman Boston waste your lifeÂ Â vein cutÂ Â smoke smogÂ Â urinate on consecrated Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â black messiahâ€™s RoxburyÂ Â here build no supermarket library hallal Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â no swine animal, yes swine humanÂ Â dregs of Danteâ€™s inferno Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â cabinet office pentagon book shelvesÂ Â military crank lab here Yelling â€œpolice state!â€ eyelids burn off when dare to deny truth Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â M-16â€™d soldiers manning overpass, true revolutionaries photgraphâ€™d by armored rightistsÂ Â dread lockâ€™d sageâ€™d tattoo children â€“ when pig fists introduced blood to angelic child faces tears pulled out of eyes Boston College protect the fatherlandÂ Â steel cuffs wrap â€˜round Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â brown hands of Sikh student with polaroid â€“ questions Feds ask, Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â lies will tell, yesÂ Â too dark skin too long beard turban not welcome Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â obsession with numbers, indeed business as usual in Bean Town Polemicist Trotskyites listen with ears flying in ecstasy to Mr. Zinn Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Anarchists go to drone manufacturing plant MIT and hear Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Mr. Chomsky speak hegemony imperialist fantasies Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â capitalist erectionsÂ Â Jew he is, Israel and money he hates Boston misrepresentation taxation no drugs no fun politico-mart superstore Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â city hall spew forth misgivingsÂ Â belch oppressive stock-market frenzy Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â bile onto streets but never drown out street musician who plays 2 Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â trumpets same time, destitute Viet Nam vet â€“ black â€“ all glowing spirit Queer folk of Jamaica Plain shed blood intellect over legalized Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â marriageÂ Â cheer on anti-queer Kerry and fanciful parades colorful too why not set down martini, pick up molotov and overthrow despotic family- values governmentÂ Â family tooÂ Â become true toilersÂ Â queer 1917 Russia didÂ Boston moonlit sunbit cowrie-shelled lobster-trapped generation Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â shovel the snow of worries away from black and brown children Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â place school tuition on hook as baitÂ Â reel them inÂ Â send from Babylon real to Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Babylon historicalÂ Â wipe desert window clean of blood Ocean of radio wavesÂ Â mindless mind gallery of television imagery Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â smirking book-keeper Â Â deceitful books from cages Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â descend on populationÂ Â aim for the minds of the brain cradles Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â like tigers do when your back is turned in the forested slums of Borneo Boston parks (the lone spirits of the city blocks) greening all the gray, you were Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â pushed over the edge of unlimited intimacy into the dumpster of capitalism Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â immigrant children lick the heels of the garbage bins shoe string tied tin cans Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â knowing all too well that underneath every squinting bottle lies a tulip bulb waiting to Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â fertilize the earth Life blood of water front store front basement boulevard park bench Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â soul and spine of all that is good all that is beatingÂ Â your blood speaks Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â the colors and ambitions of future insurrections joyous rebellionÂ Â today you Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â sleepwalk soup kitchen lines prison cells judgesâ€™ chambersÂ Â tomorrow you will speak the Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â ultimate truths of the egalitarian tunesÂ Â Boston Commons hold up the dreams of the atlantic shore children who once Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â came from Budapest as slavs, Luanda as slaves, Ireland as rebels, Colombia as Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â dreamersÂ Â breath into them the manifestations of those same patriots who filled the streets in 76 Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â with mind feeling, hand thinking thoughtsÂ Â breath into them the rifles needed to finish the Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â revolution Steps of the library yield not to the circus of uncle tommers and barak obamers who roll steaming fecied Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â fantasies off their tongues and across the blue abyss into the melancholy ears of persian misfitsÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â remember what your great white fathers did in tehranÂ Â remember the fertile crescentâ€™d streets Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â flowing with green dreams of liberationÂ Â donâ€™t forget the reciprocity of Imam Aliâ€™s sons and Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â daughtersÂ Â bombs will not deter their sparkling eyesÂ Boston alleyways leading to infinite desires and fogged imaginations of Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â love, stay dark awhile longer just to make sure that the infantile libertarian syndicalists Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â stir up their wheat paste and post their love for humanity and for each other on the Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â red bricked peeling walls of momentary sanity Reincarnate rebels rogues unslaved-slaves exiled emancipators peoplesâ€™ liberators Carribean musicians Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â speak into the air the historical lessons, musical interpretationsÂ of transcendentalist ambitions, Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â upstream swimming, ancestor deviants and throwing tea into the Charles RiverÂ Â grasp the reigns, Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â box up oppression and throw that into the rapids Boston flickering electrical lights at dusking dawn, counterclockwise clocks of spectacular spectacles, Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â business suited sheep armed to the venomous teeth, marble column mobile solemn faÃ§ade of Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â suggestive halfed happiness cannot be found in the cobwebbed Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â steeples bottle caps plastic wraps candied mass delusions of mathematic Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â numberness in velcroâ€™d cubicles pastÂ Â the madmen of today dressed in colours black red Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â will use the present as their paint brushes to muralize an epic futureÂ Â Insurgente fruits of poetic Zapatista flights, anarchyâ€™s Cossacks, Kronstadt rebels, communards, volta- Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â congo-bissau bards of delight, Fallujahn incantationists, red army factioners, intifada Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â homelanders, tree spikers, bolivian water petrol warriors, 1930s Spanish actualities, situationists, Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â contemplationists, patriots of fabled delight I can feel the pulse of the Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â drumming of your hearts, the vindications of your agitations, communiquÃ©s of emancipation in the Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â moon tapping street rapping vibrationistas of Bostonâ€™s young so sweet Boston â€“ you are city of countless cities unbeknownst blood dripping from your crossÂ Â slave to todayâ€™s Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â babylonian Romanesque sovietesque Empire that is not so easily felt, not so easily seenÂ Â it is Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â none other than your leaderless tea party insurgents proles toilers who grasp the hammers of Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â thought and desire that will pull out the tormenting rusted nails and numbing illusionary bolts of Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â capitalism from your body yearning to drink heavily from the cup of emancipation â€“Â past be Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â damned, bolts and nails fall to the groundÂ Â revolution is not anticipatedÂ Â it has already been Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â activatedÂ Â it is already hereÂ Â BostonÂ Â taste it in your streets! 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