THE NIGHT BEFORE THE CONVENTION
by RECREATE 68

‘Twas the night before the Convention, when all through the land

a revolution was stirring, the people were making a stand;

The spy cameras were hung by the police with care,

In the hopes of snaring a protestor and claiming it’s fair;

The homeless were nestled all snug in new beds,

to hide them away from democrat heads;

When out on the street there arose such a clatter,

The police sprang from the station to see what was the matter.

Away to the Pepsi Center they flew like a flash,

with batons swinging looking for heads to smash.

The smell of tear gas permeated the night

all knew that the oppressors were in for a fight,

When, what to America’s wondering eyes should appear,

But Recreate 68, showing no fear,
 

More rapid than eagles the protestors they came,

And comrades whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now, Troops Out Now! now, SDS! now, R-68!

On, Unconventional Action! on Ruckus! Don’t be late!

To the top of the Capitol! Tear down the security wall!

the people’s power in action, oh what a ball!”
 

And then, in a twinkling, the end of four long nights

The Convention was over, but not the community’s plights.

Down the road people of all colors came from the community

we knew at that moment we created some unity,

with ideas from the festival of democracy swirling around in their head,

we knew that corporate controlled capitalism would soon be dead;

with the creation of a movement that included the poor,

we knew that there was a chance of ending this war.

With the National Lawyers Guild and the ACLU keeping us Free

Thank God it was pro-bono we couldn’t afford their fee!

We pulled back the curtain and exposed the hypocrisy

neither the Democrats or Republicans supported democracy;

The words in this poem can all become true

with hard work and organizing from people like you!

We can “Do It In Denver” if we plan right,

“Happy Holidays to all, and to all a good-night.”