I 
                        penned this poem of not so random thoughts, in recognition 
                        of the shameless hypocrisy and tragic betrayal of everyday 
                        Black, White, Brown, Red, and Yellow people, by so many 
                        supposed �liberals� and �progressives� who make claim 
                        to being a part of the so-called political �left� in the 
                        United States, even as they support this nation�s systemic 
                        misleaders who are emaciating the people economically, 
                        politically, and constitutionally. These persons are neither 
                        �progressive� or of any kind of principled �left.� They 
                        merely serve to give political cover to the ongoing 
                        atrocities being committed around the world in our name 
                        by the current Obama / Biden regime. And in so doing, 
                        they perpetuate these internal and external horrors 
                        and the fake left/right paradigm, as well as the de facto 
                        two-party dictatorship by the corporate Democrat and Republican 
                        parties. They are betrayers of humanity. That�s what this 
                        poem is all about.
                      That Left Has Left
                      Langston 
                        spoke of a dream,
                      Deferred.
                      John 
                        Brown and Harriet Tubman gave their
                      All,
                      For 
                        that dream�s
                      Fruition.
                      Crazy 
                        Horse, Tecumseh, and Chief Seattle
                      Tried to warn us.
                      Mother 
                        Jones, Rosa Parks, and Viola Liuzzo put their
                      Bodies 
                        on the line,
                      For 
                        the poor, the exploited, and
                      The downtrodden.
                      Malcolm 
                        and Martin were the
                      Recipients 
                        of bullets,
                      Trying 
                        to bring our dreams to
                      Fruition.
                      So 
                        many unknown and unnamed
                      From 
                        humanity�s vast color
                      Collage,
                      Labored 
                        and died for us.
                      Do 
                        we not know?
                      Can 
                        we not see, even now?
                      We 
                        have been divided and
                      Our 
                        histories distorted.
                      The 
                        insatiable greed
                      Of 
                        the gluttonous rich,
                      Is 
                        ravaging us and our
                      Mother 
                        Earth.
                      But 
                        Alas! Where is the Left
                      In our hour of need?
                      Are 
                        we yet blind?
                      They�re 
                        busy,
                      Keeping 
                        the system of the rich
                      Intact.
                      Consorting 
                        with the
                      Vipers 
                        of the phony left/right
                      Divide.
                      Sitting 
                        on their pedestals
                      With 
                        airs of
                      Superiority,
                      Perpetuating, 
                        in the name of progress,
                      The 
                        misery of the
                      People.
                      They 
                        consort with the
                      The 
                        evil of one or both
                      Of 
                        the lessers,
                      To 
                        keep the realization of
                      Our dreams in hock.
                      Oh, 
                        but what of the Left?
                      Surely 
                        they will tell us
                      The truth.
                      No, my friend.
                      That Left,
                      Left 
                        the people
                      Long ago.
                      It�s 
                        up to you and me.
                      And 
                        that is
                      Exactly as it should be.
                      
                      BlackCommentator.com Editorial Board Member, Larry Pinkney, 
                        is a veteran of the Black Panther Party, the former Minister 
                        of Interior of the Republic of New Africa, a former political 
                        prisoner and the only American to have successfully self-authored 
                        his civil / political rights case to the United Nations 
                        under the International Covenant on Civil and Political 
                        Rights. In connection with his political organizing activities 
                        in opposition to voter suppression, etc., Pinkney was 
                        interviewed in 1988 on the nationally televised PBS News 
                        Hour, formerly known as The MacNeil / Lehrer 
                        News Hour. For more about Larry Pinkney see the book, 
                        Saying No to Power: Autobiography of a 20th Century Activist and 
                        Thinker, 
                        by William Mandel [Introduction by Howard Zinn]. (Click 
                        here 
                        to read excerpts from the book.) Click here to contact Mr. Pinkney.