© Carlos Raúl Dufflar
God’s Eye Bakery, Free Bread Forever
Yes, Spring brought a new beginning in our life
In the Poor People’s Campaign
Unity was the light that shined when I was young
A citizen of the City of Hope
We have come from all over the country
With nine Caravans into Resurrection City
To plant our seed of love
Because it belonged to all of us
And feel free
And call your neighbors brothers and sisters each one
No rent, no bills, nobody better, only to respect who you are
And not where you’re from
No cops, no jails, it was just pure love
We were a rainbow of nations of the Poor People’s Army
Marching with our demands
To end hunger
Housing for the people
Justice
And to end the war
In the land of plenty, why are we poor?
For jobs, for education, and a guaranteed income
And for freedom and peace
Every morning, when dawn rises, whether sunshine or rain
We would line up to break bread with our neighbors
And hear the sounds of Sly and the Family Stone
That we’re just everyday people
A word of mouth was just enough
Written from our heart
For many, it was the first time they tasted whole wheat bread
Made from a coffee can
Pure love to remember with jam or butter or peanut butter
Perhaps I’m talking about it, you notice it?
I hold it in my heart for so many years
With a cupful of cafecito
It was joy to honor the Diggers of San Francisco
The salt of the earth
I will always remember forever
That the Diggers were our family in Resurrection City
This stays with me forever
Right on, Diggers, right on!
Poor People’s Embassy - Embajada de la Gente Pobre 