1971
Poetry
by Michael F. Nyiri
The BlackandBrownandYellow Conspiracy
Hey there nigger sitting on the lawn Go away, you're dirtying the place. Hey, boy, nigger, get up, run away, Get the white smile off your face. You know your place. Hey mick, sheeny, spic flee the country now. Chink, hunk, wop now go along. Dirty greased Chicano, take yourself back home. Coming to our country was wall wrong. Don't sing my song. This is the blackandbrownandyellow conspiracy. The prejuduced American tune. Love your neighbor as long as he is white, And if he's not tell him to get out soon. Who they fooling, raise the flag It's not his bag He wears a rag He hears them nag He's blackandbrownandyellow And he lives like all the rest But he finds it hard to Build himself a nest. Come from Mexico City with A brown fist full of proud Come from Africa all black The same fist raised up high Come from anywhere at all Don't know what to think When the whiteys intercept the call. Nigger run away they say They're white of all religions All beliefs. They only know they crow Who cares for any other person's Griefs. Hallelujah step up high Give your brother a hand Be he blackandbrownandyellow He's a part of this land. Please don't you sing the prejuduced American tune If you speak love to your friend For all the people say they love their brother And to all the other races hate is all they send.
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