Come all ye
Jewish boyfriends that live here in
New
York.
For years we have been reading
your delicatessen talk.
Now it's time to enter in our
bodies and to scream.
Now's the time to wake up from
the international dream.
Two generations you've hidden
your light and your sex.
Your parents starved to master matter
and your consciousness perplexed.
Now all these matter junkies
are lost in
Moloch's maw
You're left alone in universe,
your habits to withdraw
Come all ye black boys that live on
New
York streets
Slaved for decades in
Harlem, beat and jailed by police
Rise up ye rainbow consciousness
over
Manhattan
Isle
Let loose the joy of mastery,
conquer the white style.
Come all ye
Puerto
Rican cats, exiled from tropic sun,
To labor in the ice and soot of
poisonous capitalism.
Beat your drums and chang guitars,
proclaim your softest joy,
Ye will not drink from white beer cans,
nor be a junkie boy.
Come all ye
Amerindians that drink in
Brooklyn's bars
Let loose your ancient buffalo cry
Chant under
Sand
Street stars, re deem the mental nation
Wake the great mother's corpse,
human body's yours
Still whatever iron warps
Come,
O poet -Italians,
long scared of the syndicate,
Secret death and blackmail made
your brains work late.
Sing over the rooftops your ancient
Cumaian blues,
Dance with your
Afric brothers,
the world's old tender news.
Come out, you
Greeks and
Russians, ye
Arabs and ye
Slavs,
Boogie -woogie down
Broadway
Weep tears of many loves
America was lost
Ye children found her again
Squatting on the planet
Belly full of metal sin
Highways full of speed
Brains city full of junk
Television blew her mind
Her eyes are plastic gunk
Every little scream she made
was cause for planet war
Oh, soulful
Eastern boys and girls,
lead home our mother whore
Oh,
Polish boys jumped up from
Cleveland,
Chicago seed
Stop eating meat, kielbasa,
sausage, lonely greed
One acre's grainy labor,
or one acre of green
Yields instead of pigs,
twenty times the same protein.
White boys of
Manhattan, white girls of
New
York,
Come gather all together,
your loves for the great work.
Kneel down, adore your brothers
and sisters of soul and skin.
Lay hands on all your bodies,
your touch makes the world skin
O come ye children that grew up,
New
York around your ears
This century ends with brimstone,
or else your tender tears
Gather vigour in heart,
gather intellect in your brains
When
God stiffens your spine,
Only motion remains.