The man is white.
The man is black.
The man is yellow
The man is red. The man is gay.
The man can pray. the man is a woman.
The man is a lesbian woman.
The man is Rican and Chicano.
The man was born a wino.
The man, he got radioactive blood, and he ain't no friendly
neighborhood spider man.
You see, the man is crucifixion
and rent eviction.
He is VD.
and cancer and all kind of answer. The man is cool California,
sophisticated New York, and Cultured Paris.
He be civilized Europe, Mexico's upper class and Argentina's Junta.
He be the soviets in Afghanistan and the US. and their reservations.
He is made up presidents and made up reasons for war,
He is Iraq that quacks and the English empire and their
Made up orders and borders; I-Ran/ Palestine/ Israel Kuwait/ Iraq- the
man is a producer, an actor, and a gods we make up
He is Tiananmen Square and Minamata Bay.
He is Palestine and Israel, again, and again.
He is Jews, Muslims, and Catholics.
He is god fearing Pentecostal missions and cast driven merchant Hindus.
The man is Lithuania and the Mississippi delta. He be Nagasaki and the
trident sub.
He be Chernobyl and Three Mile Island. He is spying and lying,
violation and rape.
he is alienation and consumerism, genocide, oppression, and statistics.

The man is psychology and religion. He is studies and statistics;
Most of all, the man is now.
He is what is happening' baby.
The man is we baby. Us and
Our participation-
Our miss-education and us.

We carry with us so many bundles, so many dead dissected thoughts, so
much computed knowledge,
so much code and gasoline.
We aint carrying no toolbox to live life by. All we got is facts and
figures to get by,
you know, to buy a house and fuck the land. Baby, all we are is things,
more things
and sales.
But I tell you baby,
the man ain't a mountain.
He aint a tree.
He ain't organic,
nor Paleolithic.
He aint chief Seattle.
He ain't mount Saint Helen erupting.
nor Popokateptl smoking, nor a tornado, nor a blizzard, nor a fish.
The man ain't California sinking
into the ocean, nor a bee being born,
or a sunset,
or a dawn.
And just like the dinosaur, the man will pass, along with is covered
mutilated earth,
its transportation revolution
and all its good illusions.
The mother-fucking man, he ain't about to live in harmony. he don't
want to feel,
He want to steal.

He ain't about to kiss the land,
he want to rape her, her and us.
Yes baby, us.
Us and our Paleolithic selves, touch and human kindness, you know,
being mothers and fathers
because we want to be
a tree for some one to lean on,
because we can laugh with our babies, and don't mind wiping their
butts, because we want to be,
the biological geniuses that we are.
Like a cat, or a fig,
or a geranium blooming.