Our Walt Whitman Our Walt Whitman is this black man Standing in the middle of Mission In the blare of horns In a long black coat despite the heat With lice in his hair And a cut in his leg he has let fester Patiently explaining to the people Watching him from the bus That love is not original with us But precedes us Indeed is the catalyst That brought us into being Therefor we cannot destroy love Only God can destroy it But won’t because God is love
Our Walt Whitman
Our Walt Whitman
Our Walt Whitman
Our Walt Whitman Our Walt Whitman is this black man Standing in the middle of Mission In the blare of horns In a long black coat despite the heat With lice in his hair And a cut in his leg he has let fester Patiently explaining to the people Watching him from the bus That love is not original with us But precedes us Indeed is the catalyst That brought us into being Therefor we cannot destroy love Only God can destroy it But won’t because God is love