“I'm looking for a house
In the world
Where white shadows
Will not fall.
There is no such house,
Dark brother,
No such house
At all.”
Source: Good Morning, Revolution: Uncollected Social Protest Writings
“به جز دو دست من، دو چشم من، لبان من
به جز دو دست او، دو چشم او، لبان او
کس از کسان شهر را خبر نشد
که من مکیدهام ز قلب او، هزار آرزوی او
کس از کسان شهر را خبر نشد
که این درخت خشک را
من آفریدهام
کس از کسان شهر را خبر نشد
که آبشار شیشهها فرو شکست و ریخت
و یک زن از خرابههای قلب من رمید
و مردی از خرابههای قلب او گریخت
به جز دو قلب ما، درون خانهای ز خانههای شهر،
کس از کسان شهر را خبر نشد
که کشتن است عشق، عشق کشتن است
کس از کسان شهر را خبر نشد
که مردن است عشق، عشق مردن است”
Source: آهوان باغ
“You asked me once, What are we made of? Well, these are the things we're made of. One house, two house. The road goes away from here.”
Source: War of the Foxes
“The boss's got all he needs, certainly,
Eats swell,
Owns a lotta houses,
Goes vacationin',
Breaks strikes,
Runs politics, bribes police,
Pays off congress,
And struts all over the earth--
But me, I ain't never had enough to eat.
Me, I ain't never been warm in winter.
Me, I ain't never known security--
All my life, been livin' hand to mouth,
Hand to mouth.”
Source: Good Morning, Revolution: Uncollected Social Protest Writings
“There stands the white man,
Boss of the fields--
Lord of the land
And all that it yields.
Here bend the black folks,
Hands to the soil--
Bosses of nothing.
Not even their toil.”
Source: Good Morning, Revolution: Uncollected Social Protest Writings
“When you like someone or something, it is an affection for it. When you love someone or something, it is the affection for its soul.”
Source: Finding Identity
“Hey you rising workers everywhere greetings”
Source: Good Morning, Revolution: Uncollected Social Protest Writings
“Sure I know you!
You're a White Man.
I'm a Negro.
You take all the best jobs
And leave us the garbage cans to empty and
The halls to clean.
You have a good time in a big house at
Palm Beach
And rent us the back alleys
And the dirty slums.”
Source: Good Morning, Revolution: Uncollected Social Protest Writings
“Is your name spelled C-A-P-I-T-A-L-I-S-T?
Are you always a White Man?”
Source: Good Morning, Revolution: Uncollected Social Protest Writings
“With each second passing by I realise I am moving towards my death. But then I also understand how important it is to untangle yourself from everything that is unnecessary and unworthy of this life. Like a room filled with all the noisy sound you didn't want to hear and everything lying around you don't know why but it is just there because you were lost in the moment thinking about something stupid and when you took hold of things you find everything was shattering down and falling into the ground. You being bewildered run around crying, 'hilfe hilfe' and suddenly out of a dream you wake up and question the sanctity of your life. You give that confused look like you nod when you look at your reflection in the mirror and then you turn around, there is a room with everything scattered in bits and pieces, don't know why and you press hard both of your ears with your delicate hands trying to stop the noise coming out of your mind.”