Nobody would be happier
To see his face upon the twenty
Than Andrew Jackson—crappier
A human being than others: plenty!
I once believed his lineage
Flowed in my veins, but if not blood
I know I own revulsion’s wage,
At least that much is understood.
That “filthy lucre” could not be
More filthy than with Jackson’s face--
Rendered less so symbolically
If Harriet Tubman’s should replace.
Except for Lincoln let us have
The lot of those white men replaced:
Sojourner Truth, who was a slave,
Or Douglass, who preached freedom’s taste.
Malcolm and Martin let us put
And John Brown also, to affirm
That liberty has taken root
Within bold hearts that do not squirm.