The bespectacled Samoan
Preacher with the gray suit
And glorious head of hair
To match broke it down:
It’s not about the developers
And gentrifiers and the
People who crash Dia De Los
Muertos and eat Thai food
At the after party
It’s not about the landlords
Or the landlordless or the
Artists or the prevaricators
Of art-part-ied
It’s not about the worst
Men (AKA the cops) locking
Up our best men
It’s not about
Poverty courts
And lawyers playing
Dialing for liars
It’s not about McCain,
Obama, McKinney,
Nader, Quesada, Campos
Avalos, Sanchez, Mar
Or Elvis
It’s not about POOR Magazine
Or Sports Illustrated or Field
And Stream, Street Sheet,
El Tecalote or Architectural Digest
It’s not about KPFA or
Democracy Now or the SF
Bayview or the League of
Revolutionaries
It’s not about the army,
Navy, air force, marines
JROTC or the black and blue
angels
It’s not about the 49ers,
Raiders, the A-Team, The
Dallas Cowboys or
Team USA
It’s not about white
People, black people, red
Brown or yellow people
(or combinations of the above)
It’s not about the
Food cooking in
The kitchen
It’s not about you me
He she or
It
It’s not about
The last swig
Of beer
Or the last
Swinging limb
On a tree
It’s not
About
You or me
Finally the preacher
Took off his glasses
And in Samoan
Said
It’s about
God
See?
© 2008 Tony Robles