POEMS WRITTEN BY ROBERT F. WILLIAMS
Pearly Teeth at the White House, April 1963
Now the darkies came from miles around.
To the white folks’ White House to dance and clown
There was dark laughter and frolic in the old staid hall.
As Kennedy went slumming at this White House Ball.
Now Hamp played jazz and sounded blue.
While the House slow-dragged and twisted too,
Oh, what a ball, good times on “Slick John” and Lyndon B.
And comic books entitled, “Freedom for the Free.”
Said a racist: “We served the Nigras no brew nor wine.
For fear of brickbats and razors flying—”
Old two-faced Lyndon was full of cheer.
He gloated: “Now ain’tyall glad to be here!”
Oh, how the cats jumped, both black and white
To celebrate emancipation night.
And so, went this glorious night of nights.
Where frolicking fools drank punch in lieu of Civil Rights.
And when the climaxed, this great event.
The darkies tucked their tails and went:
Back to their dark ghetto to dwell
Back to their chains and racist hell.
Birmingham, USA, June 1963
Hear the painful groaning and the tolling of the bells.
The world looks with horror where the great white father dwells,
Hear the sound of jury in the land of the racist knave.
As thug cowards attack babies in the “home of the brave.”
Hear the brave songs of babies, martyrs eternally.
The slave tugs against his chins in the “land of the free”
The lion of freedom leaps from the bosom of a lamb
Where violence is the law in racist Birmingham.
See the pious Christian in his God damned racist world,
And the priests who bless a cop who beats a baby girl,
Oh, this I the “land of freedom” where racist Christian's dwell
The Klan will ride again tonight, and God can go to hell!
Like Pontius Pilate, the Christian denies the blame.
He roams his racist jungle devoid of human shame-
Oh, little black girl of courage, weeping child of sorrow
Joy will come to you, for you’ll be queen tomorrow.