John Brown
John Brown, John Brown,
where are you now that we need you?
Bodies free, minds enslaved,
we need a spiritual terrorist.
Chains of ignorance,
shackles of racism,
handcuffs of dogma,
need to be smashed.
We need one like
a patriarch of old.
One that is willing to march
on the Harpers Ferrys of the mind,
one willing to hide out
in the Blue Ridges of the brain,
and then swoop down,
freeing all the slaves in the
surrounding countryside,
one willing to confront his demons
and failings and like
a saint of old,
willing to give up his life gracefully.
To all interested parties
seeking this position,
apply within.
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