Revolutionary Letter No. 29

REVOLUTIONARY LETTER No. 29 By Diane Di Prima

beware of those

who say we are the beautiful losers

who stand in their long hair and wait to be punished

who weep on beaches for our isolation

we are not alone: we have brothers in all the hills

we have sisters in the jungles and in the ozarks

we even have brothers on the frozen tundra

they sit by their fires, they sing, they gather arms

they multiply: they will reclaim the earth

nowhere we can go but they are waiting for us

no exile where we will not hear welcome home

'good morning sister, let me work with you

good morning brother, let me fight by your side'