Gil Scott-Heron
1949-2011
It is no secret that I love the poetry/ music of Gil Scott-Heron....
The Vulture
Standing in the ruins of another Black man's life,
or flying through the valley separating day and night.
"I am death," cried the Vulture. "For the people of the light."
Charon brought his raft from the sea that sails on souls,
and saw the scavenger departing, taking warm hearts to the cold.
He knew the ghetto was a haven for the meanest creature ever known.
In a wilderness of heartbreak and a desert of despair,
Evil's clarion of justice shrieks a cry of naked terror,
taking babies from their mommas, leaving grief beyond compare.
So if you see the Vulture coming, flying circles in your mind,
Remember there is no escaping for he will follow close behind.
Only promise me a battle, a battle for your soul and mine!
Listen to "The Vulture" (1:40)
IMO, this poem is as poignant today as it was in 1970 and in my humble opinion The Vulture still represents "the meanest creature ever known."
Evil's clarion of justice...leaving grief beyond compare:
Systemic discrimination and oppression
Economic and political disenfranchisement
The Prison Industrial Complex
Drug and alcohol addiction
The Drug "War" killing a generation of young men
Extreme and hopeless generational poverty
Violent and indiscriminate street gangs
Police Profiling and Brutality
Low expectation "credit factory" high schools
Building of walls and Deportation
Self-hatred...
Agony, Despair and Rage
The revolution will not be televised...only promise me a battle, a battle for your soul.
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