Here is the first piece of working class revolutionary poetry contributed by my good comrade Matt for a section of the blog dedicated entirely to his artwork.
Enjoy art with revolutionary proletarian character!
Even if the truong son mountains burn
Some people say there is no such thing as a stupid question
That’s a lie
People come up to me and ask me stupid shit
All the time
Heres an example
Say you know you’re political
Do you think Iraq is our generations Vietnam
You stupid arrogant presumptuous prick
Vietnam was never ours to begin with
You know people always running their mouths
About something called the Vietnam era
Also something known as the sixties
Which evokes memories
Of marching in the street
Free sex, protests FREE SEX
Electric acid kool aid tests
Flower children hippies
And who could forget
The grateful dead
Jamming on Haight Ashbury
I wonder how the Vietnamese
Look back on the sixties
A decade which brought them carpet
Bombing of their countryside
And various acts of genocide
Such as landmines that the us government
Still will not offer the locations of
But no words could do justice to the inhumanity unleashed
Nor would they even bring a modicum of justice to the Vietnamese
So instead sit back and get comfy
Because I am gonna tell you all a little could be story
To all potential and for all would be revolutionaries
And while I can teach you certain facts
And certain principles
I cannot teach you courage
And I cannot teach you balls
Tonight’s lesson
Revolves
Around Ho Chi Minh
Whose balls were so big
They could not fit
In North Vietnam alone
That’s why they had to unify the country
In nineteen nineteen a Vietnamese waiter
Sometimes cook sometimes gardener
Stormed the treaty of Versailles
And demanded independence for Vietnam
His name was Ngyuen tat thanh
But the world would come to know him
As Ho Chi Minh
Who before he ever picked up the works of Marx or Lenin
Knew first hand of imperial humiliation
And subjugation
You see two thirds of world is ocean
And most of that remaining third
Are broken up into chunks of land called third world countries
They used to just be called colonies
That is until just about the nineteen fifties
The Vanguards at smashing the past five centuries of history
Without a doubt have been the Cubans and Vietnamese
In nineteen forty five
With the first abdication Bao Dai
The French slash Japanese slash French again
Later still American puppet
(Where do they find these guys)
Ho Chi Minh
Would declare Vietnam independent
But that was just the beginning
But the story begins a little earlier
You see before he read the works of Marx and Lenin
He saw the humiliation and subjugation of his people
All done in the name of humanism
And he knew it was bullshit
Because these conclusions are quite natural
When they argue you that you are less than human
You see French imperialists argued they were Annam
Not to be confused with a man and certainly not a Frenchmen
But the French would come to know this man
As ho chi Minh
Who closed the first Indochina war
In nineteen fifty four
With what maybe come to be seen
As the most significant military victory
Of the past five centuries
Dien Bien Phu
Then the Americans came in
Sending in the poorest of the poor
To fight the war
Against Vietnamese independence
In that first wave they sent the harlem black
The bordertown spic
Midwestern quote end quote trailer trash
In the name of freedom and democracy
If it weren’t so tragic
The Vietnamese might have seen it as funny
You see for centuries
The French tried the same thing
Instead they called it
Fraternity equality and liberty
The Japanese called it spheres of co prosperity
And while playing with words and dirty tricks
Might work with
In name and flag alone nationalists
Fighting for flag independence
Ho chi minh was a
Anti imperialist
I realize an imperialist is an imperialist
Vietnam must know independence even if the truong son mountains burn
I said it I meant it
Just give me the facts and statistics
For every one we kill of you
You can kill ten of us
And even at those odds
We will still win
Marxist Leninist
And the moral of the story is this
We all have the opportunity
To shape and change
The course of history
In 1919 a Vietnamese waiter
Sometimes cook sometimes gardener
Stormed the treaty of Versailles
His name was Ngyuen Tat Thanh
But the world would come to know him
As Ho Chi Minh
About words and definitions
3 years ago
1 comment:
Good luck in struggle.
Greetings from Minneapolis.
I don't agree with the Gus Hall group, but have worked together with them, and supported their demonstrations.
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