Poetry by anthony mays

THE SOLITARY POEMS OF A RUNAWAY SLAVE

ANTAR AL-BASIR 1

THE SELECTED POEMS A RUNAWAY SLAVE Han Guk Publishing, South Korea 2

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Library of Congress Cataloging in Publication Data

Antar Al Basir, 1949-2012. The Selected Poems of A Run Away Slave

TABLE OF CONTENTS AT TIMES CURSED

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LIBERATION …………………………………………………………..6 NOW THAT WE’VE ENDURED ………………………………..7 GENOCIDE …………………………………………………………..8 DECEPTION …………………………………………………………. SAVE US …………………………………………………………. DERANGED …………………………………………………………. REMEMBRANCE ………………………………………………… DEPRESSION …………………………………………………………. EUROPE …………………………………………………………. SONNET OF WS ………………………………………………… NOTES OF A VICTIM ………………………………………………… RESISTANCE …………………………………………………………. ATHLETICS AND POLITICS …………………………………………… SIGNS OF THE TIMES …………………………………………… BOWLING BALL ………………………………………………… BLACK SOLDIERS ………………………………………………… FOR THE IRS ………………………………………………………… THE CHOSEN ………………………………………………………… DONE TO ME ……………………………………………………………. THE GREAT SATAN ………………………………………………….. REFLECTIONS ……………………………………………………. MISSIONARIES, MERCHANTS, MARINES …………………………. THE FEW ……………………………………………………………… WORLD TRADE CENTER BOMBING ………………………….. I WEEP FOR MY OWN …………………………………………….32 BLACK MAN ………………………………………………………………33 WHITE BREEDERS ……………………………………………………..34 POLICE ……………………………………………………………...35 BLACK POLICE

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PREFACE “We are nothing on this earth if we are not in the first place the slaves of a cause, the cause of the peoples, the cause of liberty and justice.” The malignant and resilient virus of white supremacy/racism has not yet been eradicated. It survived the half-hearted, reluctant passage of the Emancipation Proclamation. It survived White World Wars I and II, and the decolonialization of many African, Asian and South American nations only to resurface in the form of a “United” Nations, Globalization, the World Bank and the International Monetary Fund (IMF). It weathered the Civil Rights Act and Affirmative Action only to resurrect itself as powerful and toxic as ever. Under the guise of democracy and globalization, white supremacy sterilizes and destroys indigenous languages and cultures, rapes South American, African and Asian countries of their natural resources and labor while simultaneously creating alienation and inferiority among nonwhite peoples who inhabit the majority of land on the planet. Since the escape of Fredrick Douglas and Harriet Tubman, nothing has changed for nonwhites. Since the murder of Pierre Francois Dominique Toussaint L’Ouverture, Patrice Lumumba, Samia Marchel, Steve Biko, Dulcie September, Amilcar Cabral, and Samora Machel, absolutely nothing has changed. Even after the cunning disposal of Marcus Garvey, George Jackson, Fred Hampton, El Haji Malik Shabazz, the savage, sadistic objectives of the cult of the Elite Europeans continue to spread unabated. With the rise of the young white radicals and moral intellectuals, the tactics of the Elite Global white supremacist has become somewhat precarious. She has temporarily weathered the rising tide of nonwhite discontent by using nonwhites the likes of Ban Ki Moon of Korea, Koofi Annan of Ghana, Boutros Boutros-Ghali of Egypt and Javier Perez de Cuellar of Peru who would probably argue his “whiteness.” To give the appearance of not being racist, the Elite white supremacist allows submissive nonwhites to chair the front organization as was the case with so-called first “black” president of the United States of America. With Obama at the helm, the stage is set for the bankruptcy of the “land of the slave” and for the U.S. to become the Fourth Nazi Regime to assault the world with impunity, fulfilling the satanic wishes of the super rich.

AT TIMES at times they utter softly, “forget the past, let your cries of old injustice cease; we were not actors in that evil cast, we must bridge the gap and keep the peace.” Then at times they thirst for violence, And call for a merciless, bloody binge; And all who oppose them, they will silence, Seeking a mad, diabolical revenge. There’s a fiendish method to their madness, Like a viper that appears to recoil; They’ll leave a pool of deep, red sadness To control the diamonds, the gold and oil. If I were as vile and vicious as he, I’d seek revenge for what’s been done to me.

“It is no use painting the foot of the tree white, the strength of the bark cries out from beneath the paint.“ paint.“ Aime Cesaire

CURSED my color was cursed their terror rehearsed my horrors ever nursed protect me from whiteness, my God. My misery - unspoken My spirit yet unbroken Memory an evolving token Protect me from their evil, my God. My intellect resented My life so tormented No love with which to be contented Give me strength, my God. Deceitful Christian salvation My moral assassination Enslaved in western domination Help me escape, my God.

LIBERATION Then the LORD said unto me, Out of the north an evil shall break forth upon all the inhabitants of the land. Jeremiah 1:14 (King James Version)

To liberate ourselves “for keeps,” We must find the coffin where he sleeps; A stake through its heart, cut off its head, An intense flame to be sure it’s dead. We need courage to start the search, Born from a god not in the white church; With twelve strong Africans standing tall, And unity, we can kill them all! We must search pages deemed forbidden, Find the graves where our leaders are hidden, And with only Truth, no need for gall, I swear to god, we’ll kill them all. With just one child who’s made aware, Who loves his big lips and kinky hair, Three virgin sisters who hear the call, We’ll reclaim the Spirit – kill them all!

NOW THAT WEâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;VE ENDURED 'Tis an honor, O mighty God, that we Were chosen to give our tears, sweat, blood. What a forceful folk Africans must be To uplift ourselves from misfortune's mud. Great God! Bound in chains we were carried far To be beaten, broken, and made to slave; One can conclude how powerful Blacks are To raise ourselves from the six-foot grave. Blessed with strenght and soul, we had no choice When bound and bent by a white, racist thing, But to uplift our eyes and send our voice High to heaven to petition the King. There were times all black folk could do was pray, Pack what we could, take to the woods and run; With clear view of history, now we stay, Plant our feet firmly, and take up the gun. We've not forsaken, but endured, O Lord, Now we humbly seek Your promised reward.

GENOCIDE After regimes of robbery and rape, Theyâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;ve still not satisfied their vampire greed; And now, should I linger, or seek escape, Since for me, no longer has he a need?! No need for me to sing the jive jazz song, To play brutal ball games with strength and speed, To make laughs, and his economy strong, While in dark labs, my quality he breeds. Not needed to dig ditches, sweep the floor, Or harvest the cotton or sugar cane; Not needed to clean homes, to open the door, Not needed to clean foul toilet stains. He has cloned my seed, learned my chore, And dreads to hear my voice complain. Not needed to play his alter ego, His brainwashing papers and lies to sell; Not needed as a reassuring echo; Asians, Arabs, Hispanics do just as well. Still needed to fight his wars, and to die; To keep white supremacy strong and big; Am I needed to remain, rather than fly? Does he need me as his black guinea pig? In white police custody I am killed, Called justifiable homicide; In hospitals and prisons my blood is spilled, Washed away in the racist tide. Maimed, crippled by his manic attacks, Divided, confused from mis-education, Weakened, drained by his nymphomaniacs, I search, I pray, I fight for salvation. Has madness consumed me, my vision lied, Or has the white man planned black genocide?

DECEPTION The secret government hated Any who demonstrated Who no longer tolerated Their white, oppressive hell. Because people had protested Their â&#x20AC;&#x153;freedomsâ&#x20AC;? were molested Too soon were they arrested And tortured in a cell. Media held minds in a spell, Appealing to base emotions well; So that fair or foul, few could tell, The fake, false terror they did sell.

SAVE US Save us from the viper that lies along the trail; from the yoke of guilt if our goal we fail. from the terror that lurks within the dark; from the rabid dog that bites, but does not bark. Save us from all misdeeds from which we must repent; from the slavery of a capitalist government. from disaster that tears our dreams apart; from the smiling face that frowns within its heart. Save us from covert acts of an evil neighbor; from governments that tax our precious labor. from injustices of a judge so vile and base, Whose decisions lay upon our dress, our wealth, our race. Save us from deception of the mediaâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s hypnotic waves, And the ignorance that makes into voluntary slaves. from the flattery of sugar coated words That make our mindâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s defenses fall like poisoned birds. Save us from the handshake that is bare of trust; from desires that turn our dreams to dust. from the doctor who chuckles at our groans; from the lender who wants interest for his loans. Save us from the klansmen who wear no sheets, Who burns no crosses along Dixie streets Who rules on criminal and civil torts Who wears black, not white, in judicial courts Save us from the priestâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s polite hypocrisy, The subtle slavery of western democracy.

DERANGED We still laugh though nothing’s funny, Still believe in Santa and the Easter bunny. We can sit anywhere though nothing has changed; We still get degrees, though quite deranged. Though convicted unjustly without a trial, We live happily in self-denial. We obediently kill foreign Arabs and Asians, Not from coercion, but mere persuasion. We have no shame and no disgust, Thankful injustice doesn’t happen to us! With simple comforts we’ve not realized How daily we are terrorized. We love Caucasian features, think they’re erotic; We appear rational, though quite psychotic. We still dance, but without celebration; We still believe in democracy and emancipation. Still we laugh and sing though in dire pain; We appear very normal, though quite, quite insane.

REMEMBRANCE Does the gazelle forget the hyena That stalks with her hanging tongue? Do the mourners forget their misery When the funeral dirge is sung? Does a mother forget that wretched tree Where her son was hung? Does the lamb forget the wolf Who for its warm blood craves? But one must wonder how short Is the memory of ex-slaves. Does the prisoner forget prison Where he endured the pains, Does he forget the rapes, the abuse, Or the laughter of his chains? And oh, is he reminded By his ever-present scars Of the cruelty that he suffered Behind the masterâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s bars? Does the hare forget the bear From whose jaws it barely escaped Does the victim of the pervert Forget how brutally she was raped? Does Time wash the victimâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s memory That he forgets how to be brave, Or does the old master tell him To forget he was his slave?

DEPRESSION I went to my love for kisses Cause my heart was so downcast, But I was met with bitter hisses And cursed for my wayward past. I went to the courts for justice But the judge said “you’re exempt! Justice is for ‘just us’! I find you in contempt!” I went to the bank for business But all I got was sport; The banker said “you’re a day late And we’re a dollar short!” I went to my family for comfort, So poor was my condition, But was lashed with degradation And met with cold suspicion. I went to find employment To earn an honest buck, But heard, “we’ve no affirmative action here, Sorry boy, you’re out of luck.” I went to see the minister Hoping there’d be no heist; He looked so very sinister, Then asked, “do you love Jesus Christ?” “He died to save the world, and you!” “John 3:16!” he hollers. “Now son, I’m going to pray for you. Do you have fifty dollars?” I went to see my mother And was met with hate and scorn; She said that she regrets the day That I was ever born.

EUROPE? Where O where is Europe O tell us if you please? Napolean said Europe begins Just at the Pyrennes. “We’re white,” cried the Spanish, “Despite the Moors and sheiks; O let us be part of Europe? We’re whiter than the Greeks!” Turkey said, “Let us into Europe, Our history will show That despite an African presence We’re pure as virgin snow.” Then spoke the Persian monarchs, “Let us into your hall, we’re whiter than Italians who slept with Hannibal.” Then came the pecan Arab saying, “Although our eyes aren’t blue, you know we come from Europe and we were slavers too!” Then a monkey spoke and said, “I really don’t know why You all seek the caves of Europe! In Africa I wish to die.” “I never thought to see the day Men who think themselves so swell would forsake the breezes of heaven to seek the fumes of hell!”

SONNET OF W.S. Because the law to which weâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;re subjected Smears us with venom and deludes our eyes, We toil and are taxed, but never protected From judicial assaults, legislated lies. Racists architects say we are cursed, That weâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;re oppressed for some ancient crime. Was our enslavement by some greed nursed That continues to suckle to the present time? Why has Europe conspired against us To change our greatness to Biblical sin? Why have they striven so to destroy us, And to deny to blacks the rights of men? To whatever motives they may concede, The root of their hate is envy and greed.

NOTES OF A VICTIM OF WHITE SUPREMACY white man pushes my sanity to the brink, crushes my vision with stress and strain; the carnivorous fiend must somehow think Blacks have a high capacity for pain. daily he tortures me with disrespect, declaring things are “much better” for me, while he tightens his laws about my neck, and I want to kill everyone I see! a man can endure but just so much of oppression, injustice and damn lies, while whites pretend to have the Midas touch and preach of white paradise when one dies. I’ll not surrender my mind to madness in some murderous and defensive whim; letting white men’s laws deepen my sadness will but make me just as wicked as him! how with such bitterness I’ve grown to think that inside I wrestle to do what’s right, but injustices push me to the brink and I wish to kill everyone that’s white! knowing some innocent and wish me well, such thoughts are demonic, so unlike me. but so help me! I’ll send them all to hell for they cause my soul such misery! white courtroom judges pretend to be fair legislating law to shackle my limbs; gun-slinging police don’t pretend to care, raping one’s rights in their mercenary whims. I should not harbor any desire to kill; taught when slapped to turn the other cheek, but these heartless monsters torment me still, when I’m silent, and more so when I speak! killer is something I don’t want to be! what have these white devils done to me?!

RESISTANCE

However the white hounds may track me Their Negro-hungry noses licking up my trail When the beasts and their masters attack me It shall be I, not the fiends, who prevails. When the bovine and their dogs then have found me Weak and worn, torn and harried out of breath When with fangs and bullets, they surround me I shall stand and resist to the death. When with lies and a pine box theyâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;ve bound me When mighty god is my sole defender When with laughter and death they surround me My cause I shall never surrender.

ATHLETICS AND POLITICS you run the ball you shoot the ball the people so excited if you would care to become more aware revolution could be ignited. predominantly black and a well known fact you suffer cultural amnesia attack! have muscle and speed become a slave to greed and the final goal - a big contract? you play with balls but do you have balls? do you not understand if you would but speak youâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;d start a winning streak for poor people across the land? you throw the ball you catch the ball the people love you so your youthful call could make tyrants fall if you could only know. fans or fools gaily cheer can you hear? can you hear paul roberson call? saying you are a man you must understand not just a boy with a ball. you kick the ball you pass the ball and paid so well in kind

and you seem to agree that you must be politically dumb and blind. Show you have more Than muscle, speed and size! Make speaking truth your stock and store, And never apologize you sneak the ball you speak for the ball speak for those you left behind speak to their joys and pains be ever mindful and not unkind because of your sudden gains. to whom much is given is not much required? become a peopleâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s savior before youâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;ve retired. be more than a sports memory for mindless fools and fans become the hope of the peoplebringing freedom to all the lands.

SIGNS OF THE TIMES when we see the storm clouds gather we know we should beware; when darkness cloaks an evil land we know to move with care; when governments grow stronger and erode the people’s rights, when the she-bear’s cubs are threatened, she does not growl - she fights! when governments gather people’s guns and computers record all names; when fathers flee court-appointed support, and when mountains vomit flames; when central banks take over and the governments are in debt, and they burden the people with taxes, the fascist trap is set. when government taxes labor freedom is mired in mud, for to take one’s hard earned money is just like taking blood. green paper has no value but shadows what it represents and gold reflects tedious labor of the masses that consent. when the courts embrace government and clip hopes like a sprouting bud,, their true goal is free labor; their lust is for the blood. when the full moon transits Saturn and farms are dusty and bare; when Jews surround a head of state, the masses should beware. when the U.N. attacks poor nations, leaving famine all about,

and there’s talk of a new world order, the people should watch out. when doctors abort the woman’s womb and when fathers are unknown; when the masses awaken from televised tombs the messiah will come home. he’ll have black eyes and kinky hair and skin like black, burnt brass; he’ll rise from all the nations to kick the capitalist banker’s ass!

BOWLING BALL I wish I was a bowling ball, As black as black could be. I’d be rolling, for after all, I’d be so round and free. Down the center lane I’d glide, Like a sun as it ascends; Then violently would I collide And shatter ten white pens! How sad to be driven insane, And made to think in the gutter; But with each tumbling down the lane, I’d hear the white pens shutter! If I were a bowling ball, So big, so black, so sane, There’d be no white pens standing Once I’ve rolled down the lane.

BLACK SOLDIERS Do you enjoy the bitter taste Of pride that you’re swallowing? Attention! And you stiffen with haste For the tyrant you’ve been following? Like a dog that’s kicked and scorned You murder and march and wail As though for slavery you were born That your white master may prevail! With uniform, an M16, an order, and you obey. Your culture, your past are forgotten for meager pay. For a bed, a piece of bread, you go to kill another, Mindless of his circumstance, or if he is your brother! Though I suffer hunger, freezing wind and storm, Never shall I shelter in his cursed uniform! To be a laughing dog whose coward heart beats faster At the cruel, approaching footsteps of an unmerciful master; To surrender passively the fate of son and daughter, To be led like cows and sheep so peacefully to slaughter! To spread the legs of pleasure, with intent to please To have pleasure poisoned by a CDC* disease; For promises and pennies to foreign lands blacks go To murder innocent people they don’t even know! *Center for Disease Control

For the IRS/Central Bank Founders may you boil in aged excrement heated over a million times; may you find no grace or atonement to forgive your eternal crimes. may you suffer like a miser whose greed he canâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t forget; may your children now, and those to come be shackled with eternal debt. may a lien be on your smiles and a judgment on your life; and because you gave no mercy, may you succumb to strain and strife. may you hunger for contentment that you shall never find; may the blows of just revenge strike all your children blind. may you choke upon silver and gold and your bowels be cancerous and blocked; may your lust for dust never grow old and your door to salvation be locked. may you not escape like Shylock to re-loan thirty pieces of your gold; may your dream ships all sink at dock, and the God torture your forsaken soul.

THE CHOSEN “As far back as 1938, the American Anthroplogical Association, at its annual conference in New York, condemned Aryanism as a fallacy and stated that both “Aryan” and “Semitic” were “linguistic” terms without any racial significance.” “…there is no Jewish or Semitic race.” The Zionist Connection, p. 214 “W.Z. Ripley, in his Races of Europe, points out that the “original Semitic stock must have been in origin strongly dolichocephalic, , that is to say, (black) African, from which it follows that about nine-tenths of the contemporary Jews are as widely different in headform from that “parent stock” as they possibly can be.” -Alfred Lilienthal, What Price Israel. death may have such dread as to blemish Truth and wash away sorrow’s sad blood with tears but seeking eye for eye, and tooth for tooth perpetuates bloody murder for years. oppression seems unwise and so unfair when we differ on things we don’t control, like the color of skin, the kink of hair or the final destiny of the soul. there are those like sick forsaken lovers, claiming they’ve been jailed, gassed, burned; and now even though the war is over, to avenge this alleged misdeed they yearn. do they forget the suffering of nations, loans that financed a slavery that killed black africans and their generations while jewish coffers with gold were filled? O how sick! wanting others to forgive while every minute for revenge you live.

DONE TO ME Your reputation precedes you No introduction needed Quite justly you’ve received your dueTo be infamous, you’ve succeeded. The whole world knows your story Of Panamanians you’ve killed How you wave your flag in glory Over butchering in Brazil. It knows of your atrocities From Viet Nam to Wounded Knee And the horrors you heaped on others Were magnified when done to me. The world knows of your covert poisonings Of your murders and brutal castrations It knows of your germ and chemical warfare, Of drug running and secret operations. It knows about the children of My Lai The poor civilians of No Gun Ri The world knows all about your slavery And the horrors inflicted upon me. Don’t pretend to be about human rights Your record is so widely known; Your reputation precedes you, And the sheep’s skin you wore is gone. Don’t pretend to prescribe to democracy When fascism is more your speed; You’re known well for your hypocrisy, For hating competition, and for greed. Known for holocausts in Africa For assassinations and HIV, But you’ve done naught to the rest of the world Compared to what was done to me.

THE GREAT SATAN They call you “devil;” I believe it’s true Because the things you’ve done to me, Only a devil would do. Because you are so charming To deceive the mind so well, They say you are the Satan And came from the northern hell. Because you are so cunning And developed such mighty forces, You spread that I was not a man To steal my rich resources. In Tuskegee, you gave me syphilis To see how I would vie; Today you infect me with HIV To see if I will die. My women go to your doctors, Not knowing what you’re about, They drug her like a heifer, Then cut her ovaries out. You were a serpent long ago, Now I’ve caught your red wagon; You’ve terrorized black people so We now call you “the Dragon!” They say you’re cloven-footed, And I believe it’s true; Because the sins you’ve rained on me, Only Lucifer would do.

REFLECTIONS Over one hundred short years past You were a brute, branded like an ox. Today, you bow, bark and run fast Chasing a helpless, brown-skinned fox; Your wet nose hunts his desperate trail, Seeking its raw, red disaster, Followed on horseback through hill and dale By your pale, red-coated master. Think cause you stroke twixt pale thighs The dream of the red, white and blue Is yours. Haven’t you realized Can’t be black and American too! Call yourself a Laker or a Ram You say you are a Greek! Did you massacre in Viet Nam!? Did you hear Malcolm or Kwame speak!? You think there is protection Cause master is white and strong And believes your vote wins elections That black prisoners all did wrong. You weep over master’s sorrow Like his sadness was your own If his kinsmen die tomorrow For forty day’s you moan. And you smile when master’s happy When he’s angry, you pout and frown Never heard of Lumumba, Allende or Chappy, And you won’t let his house burn down. You wear a Yankee’s t-shirt, A Marlin’s blue baseball cap With no idea how much you’re hurtHow deep within the deadly trap!

MISSIONARIES, MERCHANTS, & MARINES a western wind upon me so pressed my vision of reality so distressed and pale missionaries called me blessed to know their white Christian god. With shame and innocence sorely dressed To the European god I confessed And quite rightly I had guessed He spared neither whip nor rod. For safety, I was a false confessor, Thinking others more, and we the lesser, Until my pale, impure oppressor Sold to me his strange beauty. His merchants threw trinkets at us, And sold us class and status, Poverty soon begat us And debt became a duty. When we awoke from blindness And witnessed his unkindness And saw just how mindless Was our ancestorâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s plight, His marines began to terrorize And we began to organize For now, we could realize The meaning of this fight, And know that we must win this long and ancient fight.

THE FEW Black Africans, brown Asians painted the world With beauties to rival the starlit nights; What happened that they all came to be Prey and paupers for European whites? Oceans, rivers and rains kneel not to dew As Christians and Muslims have bowed to the Jew. How very unnatural, but not so newMany mighty slaves under such a tiny few.

WORLD TRADE CENTER BOMBING The US was so chilled When three thousand were killedForgetting blood it had spilled, She cried out for revenge. World War Three was declared No Arab would be spared! The savagery would be shared In their murderous binge. Few anticipated The attack was manipulated, Mossad had covertly created The World Trade Holocaust. Japanese had been alerted Jews knew and deserted, The media the issues skirted To profit from other’s loss. Now Christian bombs are falling, Death tolls are appalling, But no one is calling This “the zionist deception!” The swastika is vying With the Star of David flying Muslims and Christians complying With this new white resurrection! The promise of justice long tattered, The illusion of liberty battered, The myth of freedom shattered, By dumb, brave, angry men. Terrorism was urged And the true terrorists emerged. Afghanistan was scourged As devils rode the wind.

I WEEP FOR MY OWN you’ll never find my hard head crushed beneath some tragic, vengeful disaster; under the rug of fate my mind brushed by propaganda of the mind master! you’ll not find my eyes wet, my voice in moans, over damnable deeds I have not sown; let the master weep for his blood and bones I’ll weep the tragedies I have known! like some puppet on electric strings, that has no conscious thought or choice; when he’s pulled and jerked, he sings words of some sly master’s whispered voice.

BLACK MAN I don’t wear skirts or dress in drag; I don’t salute the American flag. I support nothing governments promote; I don’t pay taxes and I don’t vote. I don’t consume, and I don’t spend; Since when was I a citizen? Original man! I don’t fall for the government’s heist; I don’t pray to Jesus Christ. You won’t see me wail and cry when collaterals are bombed, and die. I weep for Rosewood and Tuskeegee I won’t weep for you – do you weep for me? I don’t smile when nothing’s funny Don’t believe in Santa or the Easter bunny I don’t talk about sex and sports, I don’t hang around fancy resorts I don’t care about markets or what they’re for, In my spare time, I study war. I don’t stutter or scratch my head I don’t salute blue, white, and red. Don’t give me a gun to fight for democracy; I know too well my enemy. I’m not deaf, dumb and blind, I know black skin can have white mind.

WHITE BREEDERS With our immune system so shattered, With our customs and rituals crushed Like ripe nuts between two white molars we confuse barbarity with beauty And mistaken a white slutty sucupus A lusty, libidinous libertine For the white angel of our salvation. With vision blurred to dark blindness, Drunk, intoxicated, poisoned from strange words, Horrible sights, tortured screams of agony, we are terrorized and flee like birds From the secure nest of our sanity Into the cold, mad cage of white supremacy. Injected with inferiority Inoculated with fallacious, valueless emotions Nursed on the poison milk of fear and submission, we are the livestock of capitalism, the betrayers or our own liberation the backbone of western militarism. The white witch comes like a vanquished vampire To suck our waxing strength, our dancing sperm, our blossoming eggs, To keep our splashing bullets from piercing black embryos That will explode into dominate pigmentations of power.

POLICE

they cruise township streets in search of fun; their shiny silver badges demand respect; with mace, long night stick and an eager gun, one wonders just who they come to protect! a legalized gang with deadly skill, sworn to obey, to protect and to serve; given car, gun and a license to kill, one wonders whose rights and peace they preserve! sworn to save life and property protect, they mercilessly inflict death and pain; their true purpose is no longer suspectwe know whose law and order they maintain. blue-shirted storm troops the wise canâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t ignore; murdering Blacks, terrorizing the poor!

BLACK POLICEMAN “Put me in a shiny car, Give me handcuffs, mace, shiny star And I won’t care who the hell you are! I’m your black policeman. Give me speedy wheels that roll, A Negro neighborhood to patrol, And I’ll make some hard heads roll! I’m your black policeman. Give me some boys that like to run, A loaded nine-millimeter gun I’ll show you how to have some fun! I’m your black policeman. I must fight the riotous mob I have no guilt, I do not sob. If someone dies, just doing my job. I’m your black policeman. If my boss has been offended, Someone must be apprehended, White injustice must be defended; I’m your black policeman. I don’t see color cause I’m fair, Black or white, I don’t care; People are people everywhere! I’m your black policeman.”

BOOK 2

HOPE? ANTAR AL BASIR 40

NIGHTMARES Did you ever think about freedom When you were lying down? Of having peace and harmony With no white folk around? I sleep alone in my bed, Away from trouble, it seems; Damn if they donâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t harass me Even in my dreams!

HOPE If the images of life confound you If the sights and sounds astound you And the mysteries all around you Congest your heart with care; If you’re puzzled with confusion, Because of life’s illusion And Fear’s bold intrusion Has taught you to beware; Stop the risky guessing, The world is not progressing, And no one is confessing That life is too complex. My sanity has been assaulted An impostor has been exalted And knowledge wrongly faulted By a disbeliever. Beauty’s blemished with a pimple; There’s manure on steps of the temple; The meaning here is quite simple: The State is a deceiver! AWARE Be not one who sees the world Through the televised tail of a peacock Or hears like a dog through a Victorola The condescending voice of the master. Be not a ball carrier, kicker, dribbler Who fights only upon a field of meaningless diversionary dreams Or on a court of commercial coercion Listening like a child for laughter and cheers, For bell and buzzer of the overseers While your people die like fools, sacrificial lambs and martyrs, Naked, unarmed, unprotected against mythical Hellenic beasts. Be not a taxpayer, deceived voter, an ignorant democracy promoter!

So this is what makes them happy? Thinking themselves white and pure; This is how they sought comfort, So demented and insecure. As vigilantes they lynched us With ferocity and fury; Two thousand one, they lynch us still With same old judge and jury.

I was poisoned in Tuskeegee I was mis-educated in Tallahassee I was molested in Manatee I was manhandled in Miami I was opposed in Okeechobee But that all happened long ago And I forgive the judge, you know.

I was punished in Pensacola I was stripped in Sarasota

I was damned in Daytona I was hung in Homosassa I was niggered and negated in Oneco They ostracized me in Orlando I was beaten in Bartow I was maimed in Monticello But I donâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t hold a grudge against the white judge.

They plucked me in Palatka Kicked me Myakka They set me ablaze in tires When I was in Fort Myers Over in Panama City A black man gets no pity Florida’s open racism is so great They call the place “the sunshine state.”

What goes around, comes around; It’s not true, or is it? For every evil act and frown, You will receive a visit. What goes around, comes around, Like sunshine and the rain; For every life you trample down You soon shall feel its pain. 45

I have not forgotten, and do you dare remember, Since now you claim to be civilized? Pictures recall the lynchings on trees and timbers, Of innocence being demonized.

It was in Mississippi where my poor sister hangs That I saw his curled tail and saw his vicious fangs It was beside the blood-red river, the grass was wet and green; The white man devoured my sister like a demonic fiend.

The trees remember the massacres The grasses remember the blood; The crows remember the moaning, The brown body in the mud. The white girls remember the penis The hopeless look of fear; The white boys recall cutting it off; A valued souvenir.

The moon remembers the madness From March until December; How strange that everyone recalls, But the white man can’t remember. My mother, my sister, my daughter… Where was I as you died? Pure saint of savage slaughter; So weak, your hands untied.

If there is a god who intervenes, Who protects the righteous from such horrific scenes, Please, give the poor men of Europe, The pale savages of England of Ireland of France A bit of color rather than liquor to drink, So that ‘round my castrated body they won’t dance. Maybe, like men, rather than monsters, they’ll think. 48

Please give whites lips, eyes that are brown, And a penis longer than a bumble bee, So that my brothers need not cut me down Naked, burned, from some hardwood tree.

Charged and found guilty Of dark African beauty, Condemned for not being filthy But to kill blacks is their duty Such happiness to see us die In pain and misery Angry that we did not cry And passed with dignity

The victim remembers the season Of injustice, soiled and rotten, The rope recalls the tightening treason, But the white man has forgotten.

what did he do that now he so pitifully swings? Was he so sassy to look into blue eyes? Or was it that he spoke of political things, Or did your love-starved daughter fantasize?

If there is a god listening who is not white To hear the last oozing breath of hope Whisper for justice from the satanic rites While choking, kicking, dangling from the demonâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s rope, Please move a cloud, or let fall a drop of rain, Send a flash of lightning, blow a leaf in the wind, So we will know through our unmerited pain, The white terror of my people shall end.

The white mob is so happy to have allayed their fears, Together theyâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;ve finished a customary slaughter; Thereâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s solid laughter, mirth, no grieve or tears As they smile with fellow fiend and daughter.

THOUGHTS OF THE VICTIM When will I forever leave My wretched flesh to grieve, Spinning? Will I forever toil On barren western soil Sinning? I meet the morning light, The dawny feet of night Fighting. Each waking hour of breath I struggle against Death, Exciting! The wicked western beast Returns again to feast, Deceiving. His pale heart a-lusting, He leaves fools a-trusting, Grieving. His albino skin fresh With his victims torn flesh, Muddy. His tongue dripping red From the taste of the dead, Bloody! His gullible prey Seemed eager to play, Willing. Like child with a toy It crushed the black boy, Killing!

Tulsa, OK. Slaughter of innocent Africans, 66-1-1921

HATE am I not he whose parents were raped? who fell dead toting your heavy weight! was I not with vicious slander draped? and you’ve the nerve to accuse me of hate! did I ever disregard whitemen’s life, or fancy my ancient features supreme? did I ever sell your children, or your wife, or through propaganda, try to make it seem as though I was better, and you, the worst, and subject your seed to a hideous fate? more than an insult, it seems to be your curse, that you should calmly say that I harbor hate! if we hate, it’s from inhuman abuse. but you, as aggressor - what’s your excuse?

FALL OF AMERICA the flag hangs torn and tattered, the bell is cracked and dumb; the glass white house is shattered, no tearful mourners come. mercenary soldiers plunder the markets and the street; their weapons propel the thunder to frantic, running feet. every man becomes a slave, as a helpless people flee; it seems the folk are not so brave, and the land is not so free.* in shock and shackles theyâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;ll wonder how this fascism came to be; was it the 1911 blunder, or the Zionist conspiracy? in jerseys and pajamas theyâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;ll wonder how this tryanny came to be in miami, seattle, boulder and in washington, d.c. the air force bombs montana while the army attacks idaho. the national guard shoots through indiana and the marines take buffalo. bombs will hit the brooklyn bridge, no compromises made; these assaults make waco and ruby ridge seem like a panty raid. atlanta will have a blood bath. no need to wonder why. southerners will feel the vicious wrath of the dea, cia and fbi. o united states, o u.s.a. you surrendered your christian trust

your freedom you sold for an empty super bowl and now your world is dust! the flag is torn and tattered, the constitution dead; the cherry tree is chopped downno great tears are shed. * reference to the “Star Spangled Banner,” ...”o’er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.” *1911 - establishment of central bank, Jekyll Island, Ga.

THE WHITER THE SKIN what collective slaughter europe has done for gold, for its god, for tarnished glory; it came like an eclipse across the sun, and left a history grim and gory. on their victim’s treasures the whites now feedthe whiter the skin, the blacker the deed! it plunders with a vengence of love denied, as though the weak world was an enemy, as though its hatred can’t be satisfied until nothing that lives is pure or free. this villan kills with insatiable greed? the whiter the skin, the blacker the deed! what was once open, boundless, relaxed, is a freeman’s ancient fantasy now; caged, fenced, imprisoned and taxed, no man has wine and verse beneath the bough. what man robs and kills when there is no need? the whiter the skin, the blacker the deed! but europe is not deemed evil and vile; it is their victims the world despises! those along the ganges, amazon and nile, for europe is master of masks and disguises! haven’t men learned from the fruit of their seed? the whiter the skin, the blacker the deed! *Though the theme of this poem is illogical, fallacious, the question raised must be discussed from a factual, as well as an historical point of view. Because of the crimes perpetrated against the world by the pale-skinned peoples, any intelligent person would ask the question “why?” The “white” race appears to be the Michael Jordan of imperialism, colonialism, aggression, murder, robbery and mis-information. Thus, this poem attempts to reverse the “white skin” equals rightheousness, “black-skin” equals evil symbolism, to suggest white is instilled with the greatest capacity for wickedness, as utilized by the Negritude artists of the fifties.

WE KNOW THAT SATAN.... we know that satan cannot be black. bright stars and reason all let us know that no demon of any rank or file would allow himself to suffer so. no devil after such brutal abuse would turn his scarred cheeks to forgive, and let the colorful bird of love loose, and let his enemies and terrorist live. this is what people of color have done: forgiven, forgotten their staff and rod; they forsook the cause, and the battles won; theyâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;ve surrendered their culture, tongue and God. o no! the devil cannot be black! to paint him thus could not be right, while the deeds of terror, murder and deceit are committed by hands so pale and white.

I’M JUST A LITTLE PENNY I’m just a little penny, they say that has no worth, Just a speck of darkness rolling with the earth. I’m just a little pebble somewhere in the sand, Ever being stepped upon, unnoticed as a man. I’m a fleeting memory that’s been flung aside. Being all but forgotten, I’m clinging to my pride. It’s hard being a pebble stepped on in the sand When really you’re a mountain, really you’re a man. It’s hard being a penny when knowing all the time That you’re a priceless gem, but your color is a crime. Published in A Galaxy of Black Writing, Moore Publishing Co., Durham, North Carolina, 1970, p. 326.

WHEN FROM EUROPEâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;S CUP.... When from Europe's cup of the past one drinks, Drunk, deceived about people, places, He might believe builders of the Sphinx Had anything but African faces. He might envision a classic Roman pose, And then suddenly be taken aback, Seeing that from which such greatness arose To be thick-lipped, wide-nosed and black. Truth is the serum to sober the mind, That is drunken and perverted by lies; The past has been poisoned, leaving youth blind; So Black folk's greatness is quite a surprise. Those greatest nations to ever arise Were conceived beneath black African skies.

YOU WONDER WHY you wonder why you cannot sleep at night why the soft, sublime whisper of strings why the dark hush of night why a woman's soothing touch bring you no peace...? you wonder why you cannot sleep at night? it is because the ghost of a billion africans encircle your pale head like gnats burned hamstrung castrated whipped africans hoover above your bed their mangled, black bloodless bodies their lynched mutilated christianized bodies chanting for justice; it is because the spirits of nagasaki and hiroshima of korea of austrailia of manila haunt your icy nordic dreams pus-infested dreams, malarial with guilt. it is because the phantoms of the pawnee the sioux the seminole the apache the aztec frequent their once-happy hunting grounds stampeding your dreams like buffalo restless hungry for justice you wonder why a bird's song a blue-eyed child' s laughter a woman's touch can bring you no peace it is because

of the howling of haunting ghosts of your brown yellow black victims who like you cannot rest who hold your monstrous dreams hostage and hoover over your veneral bed restless, vengeful hungry for justice.

WHITE MANâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;S BLACK DOG (1979) For Clarence, Condolezza, Colin, Jendayi Frazer and Ward Connally, etc. White man's black dog barking through the fence, Giving hate a bestial and savage sight. It was not I who first took the offence, To challenge and risk your dangerous bite. I work here secure upon my own soil, And peace and labor I seek to subdue. For four hundred years I was made to toil For being righteous, strong and black- like you. Though well-restrained, your bark brings terrror, Since we're taught to ignore our common plight; Your gnarling shows me I'm not in errorYou seek to hurt me with your angry bite! Now I question my very sense and soul, I move through my yard with caution and care, And think with what bile he's filled your bowl Against the same black armour that you wear? Has my mind come to such a wretched state, To think white man teaches his black dog hate?

TARZAN he lives upon the high chimneys and rooftops of towering stone jungles beating his chest and scaring the inhabitants with his yelling he swings from electric wires and lamp posts chasing the natives through back alleys and side streets of the treeless forest preserving his jungle from peacebreakers change and warlike niggers looting and burning and shooting and marching and chanting and beating drums of freedom from the slums and ghettoes threatening the little animals of the storefronts and marketplaces and slightly leveled suburban jungles he defeats their leader makes a treaty gives them more radio an tv and puts cheetah once more on their backs he wants no one in his jungle he cannot call boy and no one who might cause jane to pick an apple. Published in The Negro History Bulletin, Volume 38, No. 1, Dec.1974, p. 330.

SOMEWHERE.... somewhere there is a white jury sentencing an ecomomically academically politically castrated black man a revolutionary black man to sixty years to life or death. somewhere there are white policemen aiming cocking shooting their blind pistols into some black child's back into some chicano's skull into some indian's gut and calling it justifiable homicide. somewhere there are white teachers executing black minds patrolling desegregated classrooms teaching the love of racist white writers slaveholding politicans teaching the lies of bloody white amerika processing manufacturing training good obedient smiling friendly GI negro bucks and agreeable straight-haired anythingthewhitemansaysisright wenches.

RESISTENCE

However the white hounds may track me, Their negro-noses licking up my trail; When the beasts and their masters attack me, It shall be I, not the fiends, who prevails. When the pigs and their dogs then, have found me, Weak and worn, torn and harried out of breath, When with fangs and with guns, they surround me, I shall stand and resist them to the death. When with lies and shackles they've bound me, When Mighty God is my sole Defender, And with laughter and Death they compound me, My heart's cause I shall never surrender.

ONE MORNING one morning one black morning four hundred years of patience popped like an over-strained rubber band eyes opened feet moved and voices once soft became voluble ears once deaf listened as a shiftless lazy race died forever one morning one black morning religion became and enterprise as preachers marched from their churches behind little singing children who were dragged clubbed water-hosed dogged and sometimes shot while nat turners fought on one morning one black morning dreams died with their dreamer peace had but one cheek to be slapped and patience forgot itself unfolded its arms and became lost in broken storefront windows smoking buildings and cold still eyes that see nothing one black morning. Published in Black Collegian, Vol. ll, No. 2, Nov.-Dec. 1971, p. 38.

NOW THAT WEâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;VE ENDURED 'Tis an honor, O mighty God, that we Were chosen to give our tears, sweat, blood. What a forceful folk Africans must be To uplift ourselves from misfortune's mud. Great God! Bound in chains we were carried far To be beaten, broken, and made to slave; One can conclude how powerful Blacks are To raise ourselves from the six-foot grave. Blessed with strenght and soul, we had no choice When bound and bent by a white, racist thing, But to uplift our eyes and send our voice High to heaven to petition the King. We've not forsaken, but endured, O Lord, Now we humbly seek Your promised reward.

MILA mila, mila, exotic sight wants so badly to be white. silken black hair, flowing down, golden skin, pecan brown. mila, whom the men love so is quite ashamed of mexico. laughing day, weeping night, mila wants her children white. hates the sunshine, loves the snow, so ashamed of mexico. her poor world, so out of order since she came across the border. she's a strumpet for her foe, dancing to the sound of woe, so ashamed of mexico. Published in Afro-Hispanic Review, Vol. 9, No. 1-3, p. 34.

MAN SHOOTS WIFE-KILLS SELFLEAVES SUICIDE NOTE my sanity slips, my judgement trips, my reason begins to stagger; Love's wild passion has changed to fashion my pain into a dagger. hard path I'd trod down to road to God is diverted by a devil's spell, for though I try, I can't justify not sending the woman to hell! for she betrayed all that I prayed would bless her and my daughter; now with every breath I wish her the deathnothing short of slaughter! because she foiled all for which I toiled, although I too made excesses, they do not equate with the hideous fate that she now so warmly caresses. has this obsession sprang from my oppression that I now wish my woman disaster? but this woman so blind has never been mine; she sleeps in the bed of the (white) master. my sanity slips, my judgement trips, my reason is a shattered wave, for I must infringe, moved by revenge to send her, and myself, to the grave.

BLACK BUTTERFLY How late you emerged black butterfly, Your season should have been in June, But in brown September you flutter by, And icy winter will come soon. Red robins now seek some warm, southern place, As cold, white Death looms by the hour. Perhaps Nature will grant you of her grace, And the nectar of some late-bloomed flower. Like you, I emerge from darkness anew In the autumn of America's time, And lo, late in nineteen ninety-two, I must seek a more peaceful clime.

ALONG THE DARK SHORES Along the dark shores of forgotten time, Where man's long memory retreats no more, Far beyond that dim unforeseeable clime, We find him standing stately by the door. Beneath massive tons of sandstone and earth, Under restless, running waters, old and wild, Before the mountain's explosive birth Lay fossilized bones of Egypt's child. Thick, full lips and wide African nose, Cut and formed in gold and burnt brass; Wherever man searches, he learns and knows He'll find Nubian eyes staring from the past. Lovely flowers spring from a simple bud: And all men sprang from Black African blood.

GOVERNMENT PROTECTION You say I need government protection From the evil, growing terrorist threat; Though I vote in each four-year election, No safety, no security, has come yet. Now the communist threat has subsided, You request national ID cards And your faith with my facts have collided, As you seek more police and national guards. You say I need federal protection From illegal drugs and violent crime, And based on your wise projection, Income taxes must elevate in time. You say I need government protection From the danger of terrorists and spies, And from your wise, cynical perception The military budget must rise. You wildly wave the flag, red, white and blue, And blind loyalty you firmly demand; You bomb a building, and spread anthrax, too, And then cleverly blame the Taliban. With freedoms and liberties eroded, With no privacy nor justice to save, Iâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;ve become, since the building exploded, No more than an over-taxed, willing slave! Like the Mafia you offer protection, From fascism and dictatorship, too, But upon making closer inspection, What I need is just protection from you!

THE MORALITY OF COLOR How unseasoned, bizarre and very strange To think pigments have natures – foul and fair; Red so passionate; blue of sadder range, And green possessing a fine, fertile flair; That pigmented people must yet behave According to how their skin reflects light, And be regulated as the dark slaves Of pale-skinned people who call themselves “white.” Mutations shouldn’t erase what is normal, For color is absent of moral’s grace, And can be neither casual nor formal, As fate can’t find fortune on a fool’s face. Not strange or difficult to comprehendTo clothe a black devil in pale, white skin!

THE SLAVE Star-less, blind night A huge, pale, unmolested moon Sailed across the satin sea sky. So grim, so secluded, so white, Sanity had to swim or swoon Or be content to coldly die. The shadows, silence, beastly men! Can he forget the cold touch Of his sharp, burning canine mouth, The bold new vision of life when He couldnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t bleach dark skin too much And fled crucifixes of the South. He was in love with lies, with winds, Drunk from a bite and near insane, He chases the moon and all its dread. With necktie and blue contact lens, Deep cuts into his jugular vein, He stalks and hunts with the Undead.

THE SOLDIERS WILL LEAVE When the Han Gang mud runs red with blood, And the pink azaleas no longer bloom; When fields of rice are white spears of ice, And vision is like a windowless room; When children deny tradition and fly To fields of greatness or to graves of doom; When the people believe they can achieve What no foreign foe can ever deny; With heart and with gun, freedom may be won, Then the US soldiers will leave. When Seoul is sacked, Busan attacked When the smell of rot fills every breath As aromatic as Gilead’s balm, And foul foreigners are flowers of death History’s repeated, courage ignited, Soldiers will leave “the land of morning calm” And the two Koreas are reunited!

FREEDOM Freedom, justice, Peace are as incompatible With ignorance and disunity as spiders with butterflies, As Asian honesty are with American lies, As European loans are with African independence; As Palestinian children are with Israeli tanks. Freedom is the absence of government The absence of concentrated power and greed It is the realization and acceptance of death and need It is un-technological primitive tribal tom-tom dance and ritual Custom and curse and circumcision spun across a wild web Of naked, raw barefoot family and superstition An English-less, French-less, German-less whirl of magic, Un-televised, non-commercial, un-controlled, Mixture with moaning sorrow and screams of happiness!

REFLECTIONS Over one hundred short years past You were a slave, branded like an ox. Today, you bow, bark and run fast, Chasing a helpless, brown-skinned fox; Your wet nose hunts his desperate trail, Seeking its raw, red disaster, Followed on horseback through hill and dale By your pale, red-coated master. Think cause you stroke twixt pale thighs The dream of the red, white and blue Is yours. Haven’t you realized one Can’t be black and American too! Call yourself a Laker or a Ram You say you are a Greek! Did you massacre in Viet Nam!? Did you hear Malcolm or Kwame speak!? You think there is protection Cause master is white and strong And believes your vote wins elections That black prisoners all did wrong. You weep over master’s sorrow Like his sadness was your own If his kinsmen die tomorrow For forty day’s you moan. And you smile when master’s happy When he’s angry, you pout and frown Never heard of Lumumba, Allende or Chappy, And you won’t let his house burn down. You wear a Yankee’s t-shirt, A Marlin’s blue baseball cap With no idea how much you’re hurt How deep within the mortal trap!

INFAMOUS Your reputation precedes you No introduction needed. Quite justly you’ve received your due; To be infamous, you’ve succeeded. The whole world knows your story Of Panamaians you’ve recently killed How you wave your flag in glory Over tortures in Argentina, Chile and Brazil. We know of your atrocities From Viet Nam to Wounded Knee And the horrors you heaped on others Were magnified when done to me. We know of your covert poisonings Of your murders and brutal castrations; We know of your chemical and germ warfare, Of drug running and secret operations. We know about the children of My Lai The poor civilians of No Gun Ri The world knows the folk you caused to die And the holocaust inflicted upon me. Don’t pretend to be about human rights Your record is so widely known; Your reputation precedes you, And the sheep’s skin you wore is gone. Don’t pretend to prescribe to democracy When fascism is more your speed You’re known well for your hypocrisy, For assassinations, and for greed. Known for genocide in Africa For tortures and spreading HIV But you’ve done naught to the rest of the world Compared to what was done to me, And continue to do to me….

SILENCE Silence In the grotesque, fascist face of tyranny Before bloodied, dismembered liberties, freedoms, rights, wrongs Is akin to cowardice like a tortured child Cornered by a drunk, sadistic, abusive parent! Silence When transparent lies cannot justify Stripping personal privacy naked and medieval torture Is a foul form of sanity, of denial, of the subconscious illusion Of the safety of silence Silence At the threshold of any dangerous, non-sanctioned thought Analogies slipping through cracks of shattered minds Fear of perceiving blatant logical errors Hoping stupidity and ignorance can protect A false status of intellect Silence Before criminal activities in political halls Before broken promised pedagogical academic lies Before groundless unsubstantiated excuses for military actions Social suicide and sheepish surrender. Silence!

SENSE IN MAN Oceans of darkness give knowledge dire thirst As we travel treacherous seas of night. Twinkling all around the dark universe, How very few tiny islands of light To give clear vision and pure direction From the unknown, unseen monsters of fear. Fire’s flame is the only fair protection In a lightless world, so blind and unclear. Ignorance dominates the black night seas Though brief day alternates with yawning night; Intelligence survives on its hands and knees And Darkness devours each morsel of light. Simple wisdoms the wise can’t understand; There’s more light in darkness than sense in man.

MY SUN The sun she sinks in spirited splendor Like a Savior hung in soft surrender. I solemnly stare, ever realizing, To some it sets, but for me it’s rising. Not made with flesh of mortal meat and bone, Age nor Death may ascend my lofty throne. The cycle of Time is a bell to some, A march to the rhythm of Death’s dark drum. I shall remember to never forget: My sun is a sphere that shall never set.

BOOK THREE

FREEDOM ANTAR AL BASIR

REALITIES The menu surely is not the meal And the territory is not the map. The wagon is surely not the wheel The tree is not the sap. Goodness certainly is not right, And life is not of Time; Of course, the sun is not the light And Reason is not the rhyme. There is more than one Reality; Too many for most to find, So policed, imprisoned by society To expand and open up the mind!

ABORTION Crowning bloody from wretched wombs of life, To what chains of comfort have you resorted? Have you confronted foes of freedom, endured strife? Has your birth been comfortably aborted? Birth of heart, mind, spirit and noble soul Means more than diversions of cheer; Give freedomâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s embryo no golden toilet bowl Flushed in the sewer of football and beer! Raise your voice against all war, Against dropping bombs and rolling tanks; Against establishing a global czar; Against terror of the courts and the greedy banks!

EXPLOITED My youthful days of growth were not quiet Taught to pray to the pale, white Annointed; Fed a blinding white supremacist diet, All my ambitions were disappointed. My people marched and demonstrated Against freedom’s greatest odds. No more would we be raped, castrated, Despite racism’s rigged deck of cards! But oh, so new on struggle’s long field, Could we know some leaders were appointed? For diligent study has truly revealed Our best resources are still exploited.

NOW THAT WE’VE ENDURED 'Tis an honor, O mighty God, that we Were chosen to give our tears, sweat, blood. What a forceful folk Africans must be To uplift ourselves from misfortune's mud. Great God! Bound in chains we were carried far To be beaten, broken, and made to slave; One can conclude how powerful Blacks are To raise ourselves from the six-foot grave. Blessed with strenght and soul, we had no choice When bound and bent by a white, racist thing, But to uplift our eyes and send our voice High to heaven to petition the King. There were times all black folk could do was pray, Pack what we could, take to the woods and run; With a clear view of history, we stay, Plant our feet firmly, and take up the gun. We've not forsaken, but endured, O Lord, Now we humbly seek Your promised reward.

POLITICIANS’ PROMISES Strands of hair bound our minds and memories, Tight in climatic and cultural chains; Egos are blinded with hard frailties, And transcendence requires Promethean pains. The Elite boast of powers to subdue Nature’s vast arsenal to their vile Will. Their vain deceptions are nothing new; They come frequently to loot and to kill. Whatever cause for which he claims he fights, No matter what adorns the flag he waves, The people lose more liberties and rights, And mortgage their children eternal slaves. Politicians mortgage the people’s fate; Statesmen fight the bankers, limit the State! DYSFUNCTIONAL As a child I was deserted Little wonder I’m introverted And a little bit perverted By society’s ways. Because of my oppression I have a strange obsession Listen to my confession Hear my demented craze. I am most desirous To create a deadly virus To which children of Osiris Would be totally immune. I would soar so high Then drop it from the sky And watch my oppressors die To John Coltrane’s tune.

THE HEAD A head can be such a heavy thing That swells with smiles, shrinks with sighs, That hangs like a fruit, like a blackbird sings, Or crawl in sewers or soar heavenâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s skies. Whatever the weight of the worry, Whatever horror halts or hurries by; Be it a crown, or a cross so gory, We must ever hold our heads up high.

LIKE MY TROUBLES Day dies down to dark villany As white government shackles liberty. Leading the country to further disgrace Lead by a vain puppet in black face, A daily dose of dear, dauntless dread, A despot's desire to crown his head; Dusk to remind us of Death's protection And Dawn to dream of resurrection. A whisper, a sigh, as shadows grow; An arthritic smile, a healthy woe. How with silent dews the evening sweats, How many hoary days my heart regrets! See that sun a-sinking down so low, Like all my troubles will someday go.

THE VAMPIRE The vampire is no fable; Its deeds and acts are true. It doesnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t dress in black robes, But wears red, white and blue. The vampire is not mythology; It needs blood and darkness, too. But if it may not suck red blood, A little green blood, or labor, will do. What do I painfully realize now that my lifeâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s so bleak? That vampire are usually the richest, And their victims impoverished and weak.

OUR ENEMY our enemy comes armed with massive might, moving men with magic, deceptive guile. now would be foolish to openly fightwe must seek cover to plan and plot awhile. with wild white weapons of mass destruction, he bribes, intimidates and coerces. behind his dress of peaceful construction, on the bitter breast of war he nurses. terrorism is his excuse to kill and none under his spell realizes that as he bends governments to his will at home and abroad, he terrorizes! while revolving stars of heaven keep him sound, our rebellion must now go underground.

PROGRAMMING Fallacies of illusions evaporate The innocence of youth like desert dew Before burning experience can conjugate The flashing episodes of desire it knew. Before savoring, or understanding, The quick, orgasmic, painful sensations, Instinctual drives, so deaf and demanding, Or the un-retractable ejaculations Of hot laughter that tickle to the bone, Or fascism of a so-called free nation, The energy to recollect is gone.

DUSK Dreary evening, dawning dust, Sleep we will and die, we must. That moment of magic when dreams arise To lighten the way and to dim the eyes. When mischief plots and the monster stalks; With fangs, with claws, with tail, it walks! Watch the dusk swallow the waning light. Then summon your strength to face the night.

TO MY OFFSPRING When I escape this prison Drop not head or tear Continue in your diversion Like I was never here. When I have given up the ghost Shrink not to dread or fear; Work on to make the master rich Like I was never here. Recall not warnings that I made As you kneel in cowardâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s fear Forget I said to be strong And that I loved you so dear. When my stench is faint and foul My form so rant and crude, Continue to horde your silver coins Your knowledge and your food. Pause not in your fun and frolic Your path should then be clear. Take wine and dance and laughter Like I was never here.

OPTIMISM When waxing moons in a waning winter’s womb Ripen the world as pregnant dreams grow, It’s time to smile away the bile so bitter, It’s time to contemplate, it’s time to sow. Foul failure, cold, dead whiteness all around The casket of your lost hope, to sing Grim elegies of how Life brought you down; But the dawn of hope resurrects each spring. When unfolding famines of misfortune Widen your dark, dreary doorway to doom. Each tear makes discovery more opportune, And one spring ray destroys all winter’s gloom.

A SONG (written in Bangkok along the Mekong) Because the hand is spending, spending, spending, The back is bending, bending, bending, And banks are lending, lending, lending, For debtâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s the chain of slaves. When folk are depending, -pending, -pending, On government defending, -fending, fending, Freedom will be ending, ending, ending, Unless someone is brave. There has been lying, lying, lying, A lot of dying, dying, dying, And little defying, -fying, -fying That government of thieves. There must be burning, burning, burning, And people yearning, yearning, yearning For freedom returning, -turning, -turning To crush political thieves. There must be fire, fire, fire And strong desire, -sire, -sire That wonâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t expire, -pire, -pire In the face of government guns. The Church has been sinning, sinning, sinning, Its prayers thinning, thinning, thinning The devil winning, winning, winning The hearts and minds of sons.

ASSESSMENT We have let them know we can speak, and not stammer; We have let them know we can use perfect grammar. We’ve shown that shuffling isn’t what we’re about; We’ve shown we can use logic, and we can count. They see we can be loyal to master or nation; We can run a football or a major corporation. We can fly a jet across mountain or ocean; We have memory, and they know we have emotion. Show them that we love freedom, and justice true; We can recognize our friends, and our enemies, too. They already know we have a multitude of skill; We can plan, plot, and we know well how to kill. Our genius is clear from what we’ve achieved, But like Othello – so easily deceived.

COLLATERAL DAMAGE Thousands made to cry for Oklahoma City; Some so shocked they’re unable to sleep! I’m called heartless, cold, without pity Because I think wisely before I weep. They worry what might be next to go! “They” may explode the busy Brooklyn Bridge! But I’m still confused about Waco, And I mourn the horror of Ruby Ridge. When I recall Tuskegee and Rosewood And where dogs lay I couldn’t sit or enter! I would not shed a sob, sigh or tear For a single soul in the World Trade Center! What! You say they did naught! Were not involved! Benefiting, supporting, giving consent To oppression has been clearly resolvedAccessory to crime’s not innocent! HASN’T LEARNED He still hasn’t learned But will by and by It’s better to tell the truth Than to lie. He still hasn’t learned I don’t feel That it’s better to ask for Than to steal. He still hasn’t learned And this is well known To mind his own business And leave other’s alone. He still hasn’t learned For thinks he’s too smart To feel sympathy for others In the ice of his heart.

FACE YOUR FEARS Face your fear though it seems an open tomb Inscribed with bold letters in your name; Bravery and courage know not doom And mark the road to illustrious fame. Face your terror whether slander or bruise Suffer and bleed until you prevail; Confront the terror to win, or to loseThough it cost you breath, or chains you in jail. Face your fears!

STRUGGLE Struggle with uncompromising desire For the beauty of justice, pure and right; Flames of Freedom will rise from the fire That you so selflessly set and ignite! Disregard news denouncing each brave turn And fantasizing your coming defeat; One bold flame and their oppression will burn, And the red smoke of liberty smells so sweet. Struggle against the vile money-lenders, Their insidious goal of global rule; Resist the cunning political pretenders Clothed as elephants and humble mules.

ANGKOR WAT Standing amidst these tumbled, ancient stones, Worn, weathered, and by history forgot, Enduring longer than man’s dusty bones, These immortal faces of Angkor Wat. Miscegenated masters carved and cut With Vishnu’s sword and Buddha’s sacred pose; With mythical serpent and elephant, They shaped Afro-Asian lips and nose. From where did they come, and where have they gone, Those architects and prophets of such graces? To Heaven? To Bliss? in some great beyond! Only these sacred stones portray their faces. Though its killing fields were sadly served, The majesty of its past is preserved.

MANIPULATED MAN Do wealthy bankers sleep in blemished beds? Do the damned dastardly die in a ditch? Must workers wear war helmets on their heads, As they fight and kill and die for the rich? Whose liberties legislated away Like unpaid debts for Shylock’s purloined purse; Whose freedoms, rights diminish day by day, On what bane propaganda do they nurse? If Ruby Ridge didn’t raise a blind eye, The massacre of MOVE or Waco’s grief, Then there’s no sunshine glowing from the sky, No light or knowledge to change the slave’s belief! Maneuvered and manipulated minds, Keep plugs in their ears, and wear thick, dark blinds.

TRAVELING BLUES I had to pack up my meager belongings Leave home to follow a long black highway; No more to suffer the white man’s wrongings, And his cold jails along Tampa Bay. Had to say good-bye to my sweet darling, She was difficult, but so dear to me; When I left, there was no quarreling; Just bitter tears, sorrow and misery.

PHOBIA I fear the pale stain of whiteness, everywhere, The abnormality of Nature’s stress; Like some mad mutation from Grendel’s lair, Whiteness comes like a sheet of death, to dress The world in delusions of sanity, In white satin gowns of ribbons and lace. I dread the bleached, narcissist vanity, The wild obsession with power and race. I abhor clear, white clouds on soft blue skies, To watch my movements, they’re sent and deployed; So pale like his skin, so blue like his eyesEverything white I seek to avoid! The malice of milk that sickens my gut, My colorless palms that reach out and take, Molars, incisors that tear and cut! Whiteness, Oh God! is a divine mistake!

PROTEST The vocal ascendance of displeasure Colored with the blood red rhythms of protest Painted with courage too blind to measure, Oblivious to pain, shame or arrest; It is people representing themselves! Democracy is the demonstration Of revolution against Elite desires; A sacred political castration, Capitalist dreams woke with freedom’s fires, Silence is the coward’s sad submission To politicians feathering their nest; Silence suffers in its sick condition – It must raise its fist and voice in protest!

THE SPOILS OF WAR The cannons fire and the rockets soar And the fool must fight the unjust war. Povertyâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s fangs are ever feared And the weak of minds have volunteered To invade, to kill, to plot and plunder, Murdering for the god of thunder. Seeking illusions never enjoyed, They volunteered to be deployed; To deny the truth and believe the lie, To defend elite aggression, and to die. There is no draft so the rich evades The battlefield field where the poor parades. In bloody fatigues they groan and choke, Their spirits dispersed in bursts of smoke. With eyes closed to the mass deceit, Their spoils of war are so un-sweet. One pagan pen, a tyrantâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s poison stroke And justice becomes a fiendish joke! Where the fraud of freedom in withered cloves Reigns in white supremacist robes, There is no clock for lies to ceaseNo pretense of justice, no illusion of peace!

CONFUSED I got an older brother He’s blind as he can be Can’t see the bars for the prison But he swears to God he’s free. I got a little brother Who claims he’s a democrat Sometimes he votes republicanHe’s blind as a cross-eyed bat. I got a little sweetheart She’s blinder than a mole in spring She watches the television But she can’t see a thing. Cause I don’t believe the propaganda And the racist corporate news I see They say I’m just plain ignorant And crazy as crazy can be!

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NO WAR!!! to hear the young voices scream down the hall to see the young militants make the righteous call to feel their spirits cry “justice for all!” informs me we’re not so brainwashed, after all. to see the young minds all filled with zest to watch them fearlessly face the political pest, and raise their fists in united protest reassures me we can pass freedom’s test! their brave struggles don’t stall or cease to see them brutalized by paid police abused, jailed, yet their numbers increase I know only the people can establish true peace!

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THE CONQUERORS First they came killing under the crucifix Claiming the black, brown and yellow heathens, the tan and olive pagans, barbarians, savages must be saved, or killed. Then they came and claimed their killing was to stop communism, Un-free they said for people and their enterprises. Then they claimed their killing was to spread democracy Because voting they said is the best government. Now they come killing to stop terrorism, Killing blacks, browns, olive skin people, Leaving the usual sterile, malignant virus of white supremacy.

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COURTHOUSE A courthouse is the home of heinous crimes Where judges and lawyers rob hopes and graves; They learned deceit from Medieval times, They mean to be lords and make others slaves. Through fraudulent deeds and secret bribes, These profiteers ruled more than a century; In secret holes they plan, plot and connive, To obey and beg the rich landed gentry. They’ll have to lay me in a cheap coffin, And seal it with hammer and rusty nail, And I’ll be haunting their souls quite often ‘Fore I’ll be dehumanized in their jails.

TAX TIME Wild spotted dogs trot in financial formation Their long red wet tongues dangling like bloody blades Packs of hyenas giggle their sinister alarm As their black noses sniff the dry wealth-less winds for blood Water buffalo nonchalantly chew the cud offshore Zebra and gazelle nervously lick up the dry savannah grass, Captive victims enslaved in a military jurisdictions of vampirism They see the treacherous greedy packs approaching Like ominous, infectious parasites They read the mobs stalking gangster-like gallop And they know the annual brutal extortion They know all too well It’s tax time.

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THE KHAZAR he comes blond, lipless, with lying tongue on cloven feet, with thick, pale hairy legs his odor the pungent smell of tiger’s dung; it kills only after its victim begs. with heart colder than from where it comes it has evaded a million suns an infant to love, no rhythm for drums it attacks its victim only after it runs. demon of deceit and distortion, “anti-Semitism,” it loudly cries; take its words and acts with caution; it’s called the “father of lies!”

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PURPOSE so many fled, so many were sought so few escaped, so many were caught how did I â&#x20AC;&#x201C; so black and frail escape his dark and savage jail? How did I avoid his poison dope And escape the noose of his choking rope? How did I â&#x20AC;&#x201C; so denied and raw Elude his unjust web of law? Perhaps some kinsmen from whom I came Spread walls of fire about my frame Maybe the God of the African land Raised Her voice and waved her hand That I may grow and see the light And organize Black people to fight! To tell, to warn, to make aware To challenge those who will dare To destroy the devil, white and cruel, And prevent its dream of global rule!

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WHITE SUPREMACY Like little flakes of snow riding the air Symbols of winter’s savage artic bite Like vile supremacist they float everywhere Giving white beauty and horror to the night Like false flurries of friendship, warm when felt So swiftly upon dark deceit to drift Like those whirling white flakes soon to melt Leaving dead corpses of love cold and stiff. So must the white plague that sickens the earth, That spreads and sucks every cult and clime, That aborts new freedom Spring seeks to birth Must wane like a moon in the anus of Time. The death of whiteness shall quickly come That gave privilege to white skin, chains to some.

Privileges seduced from being “white” Make naked nepotism seem most fair And justice seems confused over what is right While the majority is neglected common care.

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THREE JACKSONS Rhyme and rage, preach and prophesize behind fearful loins, Shout nonviolent compliance carrying a double-crossing Christian white lie! While hoarding a heart of deceit and greed for silver coins They’ll call you Jesse Judas Jackson, though you deny. Transformed your face to a pale, hideous horrible sight, Attempting to hide self-hatred with a melanoma lie, And singing no songs of your people’s plight, And panting to lay with any cur, so long as it’s white, They call you Michael jackass Jackson for the foolishness you buy. An unbroken, un-bought, untamed, undomesticated bobcat you must be, Quick to scratch, eager to bite, quicker to fight and ready to die Wild and unwilling to bow, beg and be anything but free. They’ll call you George Jesus Jackson with awe, and sigh.

SHAKESPEAREAN POLITICS A crippled Richard has captured the blemished and bloodied throne, The conquering lair of Grendel’s carnivorous daughter; With beastly incisors, he devours flesh and breaks nonwhite bones While Shylock holds the gold, and Macbeth directs military slaughter. Cleopatra, his African whore, declares Richard the rightful heir, While promising the national security nor the economy shall stagger; Marc Anthony decries the election, the patriot act, aren’t fair, And Othello contracts A.I.D.S. from Desdemona, and falls upon his dagger.

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UDAY AND QUSAY Sons Assassinated sons of Saddam Ruthless wreckless ravenous sons Spoiled selfish sybarite sons So it has been said. Their bombed corpses displayed like murdered Cape buffalo like prized, wide-antlered bucks, their hands so bloodied with guilt so unproved, their murderers, more savage, so unmoved. their innocence more enduring than death. So wide-chested before their clockâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s ebb; Letâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s wish the same of george and jeb. George and Jeb Sons The Bush boys Celebrated sons of the corporate elite, Incurably, corrupt custodians of covert cash Crossbred, crippled crusaders of Croesus One governor and robber of savings and loans One president, executioner, author of moans Uday qusay george and jeb All elite spiders spinning a political web.

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VENCEREMOS (For Victor Jara) Your fertile garden of democratic dreams Were drowned in a bloody fascist sea; Your guitar plucked smiles, instead of screams, Though the Yankees, bankers and bourgeoisie Drank the people’s blood and darkened their day. Lone flower of freedom, sweet song of yore Silenced by Kissinger and Pinochet, Your lyrics will be lighted forever more. Not in misery did you faith forsake Nor yearn for wealth, arrogance and splendor; Under demonic torture, you did not break, Nor Chilean people’s hope surrender. Tyrants may murder, terrorize the throng, But never shall silence freedom’s sad song!

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PROFILING Stop my black skin with blue lights flashing, White claws on the trigger, yellow teeth gnashing Choke my neck with deadly hugs Search my ride for guns and drugs Spread my legs and crack my jawSay I’m a fugitive from the white man’s law Push my face on the asphalt street Cuff my hands Throw me in the back seat Splash my blood for which you thirst Then to jail, or maybe killed first! Beaten, booked, then convicted Say that I’m to crime addicted To Raiford and Angola sent Guilty until proven innocent All my “rights” were in denialNo witnesses, discovery, no jury trial… Yet he declares the land is free! Free for the rich, but not for poor me!

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THE TIGER (Sept. 10, 2003) A tiger still stalks the jungle bush With sharp claw, fierce fang and subdued rage; It strides with a shadow’s dark, ghostly hush, And knows not the horror of net or cage. It knows not fear of pistol, whip or chair, Ever the seeking hunter, rarely sought; Moving unchallenged, no caution, care, Predator supreme, un-bossed, un-bought. Its stripes suggest the commission of crimes, A captive of Nature’s irresistible Will; At home in artic or tropic climes, It kills to live, and lives to kill. White tiger tortured, starved in dirty cage, Denied the freedom of his wild jungle joy, Bleached of its beauty and poisoned with rage Exploited by the fiends Siegfried and Roy; Like a broken dog made to beg and bow By racists in red, white and blue top hats; How much injustice do they think you’ll allow? Do they know you’re the greatest of the cats? It’s not a tiger’s nature to be fearful With its fangs and claws and criminal coat, But to make its victim bloody and tearful When its long teeth sink deep into his throat. Black people have been tigers chained with fright; Some day soon the trainer will feel their bite.

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SONNET 13 Those same old hypocrites of freedom’s lease Still howl false fables of democratic yore, And declare love for democracy, for peace, While grinding sharp spears and arrows of war. Those same old imperialists declare To caste and color their blue eyes are blind As they descend bloody oppression’s stair While they confuse, darken and frighten the mind. Those same old war-mongers preach liberty, Promise justice and equality for all, But practice the same fascist tyranny, That caused ancient Babylon to fall. The leopard’s spots nor the flag’s stripes will change, And white racism today should not be strange.

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ODE TO MEDE Still running in the field, Oh black and graceful thing To a white command, you yield, you fight Or wrestle in a ring. To fight friends in foreign trenches Your muscle stretches and swells A stud to please black wenches Whose children your master sells Ah, but Blanche you may not touch Or touch, you may not breed Or breed, the offspring must fulfill Master Hammond’s need (So Master Hammond has decreed) Although Blanche yearns the vengeance Of feeling your black strength and seed You and she both are slaves To slate Master Hammond’s greed. *Character from K. Onstott’s Mandingo

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WHO KNEW? Who knew the white sewage of judicial in-justice Would be scavenged by foul multi-colored materialistic, military maggots Sucking on rotting carcasses of demonic democratic disciples, Fornicating with Christian Zionists in the dissolving red and blue skies? Who knew Hallowed hyprocrites, federated felons and pornographic police Would ruthlessly rape the pissy venereal whore of Washington Splitting her infected anus with legislation of mass destruction? Who knew The unpatriotic pyromaniacs of plunder, the poisonous prostitutes of public trust would scream “terrorism” and lynch a fellow felon with a rope of lies and ignorant mercenaries? Who knew The bastards of incestuous whores of murder the mothers of their grands, That negros and revolutionaries would collude, conspire and rob revolutionary banks? That the gravy on the grits of freedom was the diarrhea of deceit Browned in the swine gut of a Christian cannibal? Who…who…who Knew?

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COMMITMENT Let fools salute with folded hands The colors of a foul, unfurled flag And march to murder those of distant lands With superior weapons, then laugh and brag. Let others proclaim divine rites and hymns From mosque or Christian steeple! I seek the most universal of gems â&#x20AC;&#x201C; The freedom and power of the people! They say the many must bow to the few And that salty sorrow someday passes. They say god belongs to the Russian Jew, But I shall struggle, fight with the masses!

THE CHART What dream of anima in perfumed blouse May I plan and pray that she should prevail When karmic Saturn haunts my twelfth house When foul friends and enemies wish me in jail In America? What secret desires assault my hot heart With malefic aspects benign and gray, What wretched luminaries alight my chart With marvelous misfortune day to day In America?

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FEAR With a display of long ivory daggers shining, An array of dry bones broken between its jaws It unfurled its furry tail while reclining With a white femur between its sharp claws It told tales of bloody victories sweet Of how it marched to conquer unhindered; Of enemies shattered, crushed beneath its feet And without a fight they surrendered. Preceded by fearful fables of its might Told by the cowards who kneel and cow Before this beast, so terrible and white, He surrendered his sword and fell to bow.

WAITING An eve of spotted shadows A perfect night to snipe A moon pregnant with vengeance Psychotic, wild and ripe Frost is on the drooping leaves Ice glows on the frozen mud Smiling ghostly enemies Longing for my blood A world of war and cycles Dreams so mute and dumb Still waiting two thousand years For the murdered Christ to come.

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REFLECTIONS Things fall apart along the famished road Of this victimized invisible man; The weight of the world is a heavy load; I may never again see my native land. I am no Macbeth, killing to be king; Nor a Richard III with stately desires; I am not an Edward, a crippled, ugly thing, Nor a Caesar, hungry to rule empires. I am more a curious Cyrano, Fighting windmills and weaving worthless verse; A gullible, black-faced Othello, Tragic Afric hero, marked by a curse. To fly to the heavens, my dream since birth; I flew like Icarus, fell hard to earth.

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IT IS ENOUGH It is not enough That we have run this pale ghost From our bleeding land Land whose vaginal juices sucked dry by Europe His purse filled with our peopleâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s blood Sweat, sinews, souls It is not enough That he left running to London to Paris to Lisbon and Belgium That he left blundered and burning all we built That he left bitterly as our anger flowed like lava To burn with swords and bullets even his demon-soul Did not know It is not enough That he has fled Abandoned his plantation of passive peons Of praying smiling negroes whip-lashed and happy Christianized and crippled It is not enough We must follow him Track the trail of blue blood The foul stench of greed to the European cave Where he hides and plots his return It is not enough He must die, Obdurate devil of the West For he shall come again.

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A COHIBA A cohiba A glass of cognac Spirits wrapped by the brown fingers of poverty Aged by the opulent masters of oppression Serving the capitalist carnivorous appetites Of the veterans of vampire vandalism Soft white smoke of a cohiba The smooth sweet taste of cognac Accentuating dominance, complementing cunning For the pretentious predators Dulling pain, deluding dreams for the prey. Long sterile phallus for fellatio Strong stagnant piss for a golden shower Sperm and semen, sedative and speed A cohiba A tall glass of cognac.

THE MASSES Dressed in the colors of a dream With beer and spirits they raise their fists They praise and applaud the winning team Lost in merry music and blinding mist. While they dance so elated Following fallacy, false and folly An Arabic enemy and war is created Buildings bombed, but they are jolly. Their laborâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s taxed as though a slave, So drunk from celebrity and sport, And they passively pay from crib to grave. So easily persuaded to abort Their children, dignity, and pride And surrender their fate to genocide.

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WHEN When Blind dark-skinned kinky-haired man Ancient humble curly-haired man Blacker than the blues man Have you ever known justice? You expect justice in America Like a child waits for Santa Claus Or a Christian waits for Jesus. When ebony-skinned kinky-haired woman Blue-black woman straight-haired of wide hips and full fertile, round breasts Full-lipped woman, brown-eyed woman Strong, soft-voiced woman Chained and gagged woman When have you seen balanced scales In the Caucasian courts Other than getting child support in America? Yet you expect it Like a child expects the pregnant moon To give birth Like a fool expects to live again In some distant heaven. You dream of it Like a child dreams of fairies. A man was warned not cast pearl To the swine Or to give justice To niggers. Sit like the RCA Victor dog And wait for it. Other dogs are waiting too.

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THEY HAVE FOUND They have found you To be prone to simplicity A marching dunce in red white and blue A pawn capable of great stupidity A giant so easy to subdue. They have found you To be most gullible like eye-less sheep They have witnessed when you are abused You will not fight, but weep. They’ve found you most cooperative So very humble and full of tactThey see you’re inclined to fantasy And so adverse to fact. They noticed you are like a child You love television, sport and play And anything put in your mouth Makes you eagerly trust and obey. They noticed if they play a tune You will jump, sway and gyrate They saw that shown chicken beneath the moon Your dry mouth will salivate, Because you’re worked long and hard You love to celebrate. So programmed and conditioned Your chains you never hear or see Imprisoned by heavy stones of law You still declare that you’re free! I have seen that if they make a law Or pass a simple foolish bill And make you believe there is some threat, You’ll go abroad and loot and kill!

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THE DEVIANT I shall be a deviant To challenge the whirling storm I shall not dance for the social event Nor submit to social norm I shall be a deviant To follow no flag or creed To fight and be defiant! My mind must be freed! Decorum I ever shall defy Nor shall I give consent To be led, taught and not deny My vision to invent. Not fear or violence shall compel Me inward from the storm I shall ever rise and rebelI never shall conform! I shall seek the greatest Good! No televised chains for me! Away with sport and Hollywood! My Spirit must be free! Yes, I shall be a deviant Not in sexuality! Never to wages subservient! Come deviate with me, Come rebel with me!

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MEGLOMANIA Without students, some want to be teachers Espousing lessons, lectures to be kept Some, lacking faith and prayer, are preachers Sedating those who too long have slept Some wish great generals to be The wild, starving people theyâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;ll tame and feed To chase the barbarians into the sea They long for power and they mean to lead!

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OBAMA Articulate, dreamy, foreign child The classic mulatto, infectious smile Malcolm and Martin rolled into one Mandingo’s scrapping bastard son! Obama! Styled his Gullah wife in a corporate blouse Did a buck dance for bankers to the White House Bailed out greedy bankers with a juicy treat Did a Negro’s tap dance for Wall Street. Obama! Denounced his father, forsook with his preacher, Praises robber barons and his Harvard teacher* A tragic mulatto with blemished past Wasn’t the first and won’t be the last! Obama! “Change” he preached - for “Change” people wait More bailouts, tax and police state! More of the same but in black face, Just another national disgrace! Obama! Rescued the gangsters in private planes While the jobless and homeless felt the pains Silly voters he never meant to serve! He’s the house Negro for the Federal Reserve. Obama! Ward Connally would say “amen!” Stepin Fechet would call his act a sin! A perfect puppet to deceive and pretend! Obama! Begs a bailout with tin cup in hand Around his neck, a golden band Dislikes elephants, but claims the donkey, Begging like the organ grinder’s monkey! Obama! Barack Obama’s instructor in university was none other than Zbigniew Brzezinski, Brzezinski, globalist, Trilateral Commisssion, Council of Foreign Relations, etc.

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SONNET FOR A PRESIDENT Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves. Matthew 7:15 (King James Version) 15

For filling the bodacious banker’s vault, For coolly stirring hearts and blinding eyes, For making the poor think it’s all their fault, The globalist gave him the Nobel Prize! For raising the deficit beyond belief, And leading the world’s democratic craze, For burdening the poor with smiles and grief The corporate media gives him praise! Because he’s “black” some think he’s just and fair, So long they’ve awaited the Anointed; But is his plate of morals dry and bare! Those wanting “change” so disappointed! His oratory puts masses to sleepA smooth white wolf dressed as a black sheep!

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FIGHT! Fight! Or be slaughtered in silence; Fight! Or just tremble in fear; Fight! For thereâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s strength in defiance; Fight! The objectives are clear. Freedom! Not capitalist slavery; Freedom! Not the bankers note; Freedom! Show the dept of your bravery; Make your fist your only vote! Victory! The quest of the struggles; Victory! The prize and the goal; Victory and world liberation From the vampires of labor and gold. Fight! Though disarmed and scattered; Fight! Though defenseless and cold; Fight! Though hungry and tattered; Fight! And be ever bold!

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REVOLUTION "As nightfall does not come at once, neither does oppression. In both instances, there's a twilight where everything remains seemingly unchanged, and it is in such twilight that we must be aware of change in the air, however slight, lest we become unwitting victims of the darkness." (Justice William O. Douglas) There is on the horizon A grim and frightening chill. For governments, an enemy That bombs just cannot kill. It’s silent like a spirit, As cleansing as a flood And nothing known may stop it But the bankers’, the tyrant’s blood! It cannot be diverted By cunning deceit and lies; It will not believe promises; And does not compromise. It rumbles like a stampede To crash the oppressor’s gate It washes clean the bank vaults And clears the debtor’s slate. It knows not propaganda Nor can it be coerced; Its drama for over a thousand years Has been so well rehearsed. Revolution!

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STRUGGLE Struggle with uncompromising desire For the beauty of justice, pure and right; Flames of Freedom will rise from the fire That you so selflessly set and ignite! Disregard news denouncing each brave turn And fantasizing your coming defeat; One bold flame and their oppression will burn, The red smoke of liberty smells so sweet! Struggle against the vile money-lenders, Their insidious goal of global rule; Resist the cunning political pretenders Clothed as elephants and humble mules. Struggle against lies of legislators, Pretending to have your interests at heart; They are true wolves and sheep imitators Who chain with laws and tear freedoms apart!

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A PLACE TO TURN When your government claims there is danger, And slowly, you realize and learn, You’re treated like a slave and a stranger, There’s another place where you can turn. When you realize that tax on your labor Keeps you working, but you never arrive; While into debt you follow your neighbor, And you never live, but only survive; When the laws outnumber the senses, And prisoners grossly surpass the free; When wages are below your expensesLay down your burden and come to me. When your nation becomes your oppressor, And if you have the clear vision to leave, You will not be thought any lesser, If you departed, rather than stayed to grieve. When you see you’re fed a sewer of lies No more than a worthless pawn in a game; No more than a corpse for fat swarming flies, Will you be insulted and ashamed? If true Freedom for you means anything, If you believe your goal and cause are right, We shall teach you a battle song to sing And how to struggle, sacrifice and fight!

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ROYALTY or SIXTEEN LINE SONNET Intellect shuns to worship king or queen, Whether they’re first lady or president Whose cunning objectives are vaguely seen Amassing wealth and self-aggrandizement! To enrich their masters and protectors, To please corporate sponsors and the banks; To support Zionist tax collectors Who shower them with governmental “thanks.” They’ll create a false national threat, Cloaking their madness in wondrous disguise; Their shrewd method to raise national debt, To make wages fall, unemployment rise! I shall have no queen lest she sleeps my bed; Shall not know a king - lest that king be dead! I shall have no queen lest she wears my ring – I shall stand for no judge, bow to no king!

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A NIGGA IN THE WHITE HOUSE There’s a nigga in the white house And he’s the grand nigga of choice Not a dark-skinned angry nigga A mulatto with a persuasive nigga voice! There’s a coon in the white house A coon that won’t run away He’s a high yellow house nigga And he knows how to obey. Will this nigga stop the war, Will he seal the borders? Will this nigga really bring “change,” Will he give, or take, the orders? He’s not an American nigga Who remembers the stench of the ship; He’s not a Mississippi nigga Who remembers the sting of the whip. He’s not a New York nigga Who knows the real rub; He’s never been arrested Or felt the policeman’s club. He’s a nigga without kinship A nigga with ambition He’s like Condi and Colin Who’ll fulfil the banker’s mission. There’s a nigga in the white house, Some say long overdue, Will he work for the Many, Or labor to enrich the Few? Will his smooth oratory And his dark magnetism Be the sacred cow to start The new white imperialism?

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1981 My woman wants her womb filled With gold chains and diamonds rings Fashioned from black hearts, shackled, stilled By pale European things I say “let us leave America, To Africa let us return For America begins to crumble And her rivers begin to burn.” But my Love despises blackness A heritage she should exalt So soon to be like Lot’s wife An unsavory block of salt. My woman cannot leave it And my march I cannot haltI glance at her as she stares at itA tasteless pillar of salt!

FUGITIVE I am a fugitive slave Of the system I’m in terrible awe If caught to be whipped and imprisoned Without trial or due process of law. I am accused of not submitting The crime and guilt are my color and flaw. For me, there shall be no acquitting; There’s no justice in the white man’s law! To bear babes means to be taken to court To dare to drive is to be taken down Jailed if I cannot pay child supportFined for a laugh, jailed for a frown!

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IMPERIALISM Attract me with your female walk, your voice, Arouse me by a calculated touch A blind man has but little choice When confronted with a challenge as such. Confuse me with your kisses Tease me with the wonder of your eyes Tempt me with imagined reminisces, With an inadvertent view of your thighs (One charmed ignores the snakeâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s hisses Before he is smitten, bitten and dies) Deceive me with promises, ever broken, Assault me with hard, cold power and law Teach me language I never have spoken Teach your crucifix to keep me in awe Conquer with your tender warm embraces Oppress me with your pale anatomy Leave no memory of your tracks or traces To remind me of this lobotomy. Blind me with your pale pagan image With self-hatred so Iâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;ll never be free.

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MIDDLE CLASS NEGROES Celebrate the illusion of freedom Commemorate your success with a blast Forget not your slavery and serfdom Through the good times forget not your past. Laugh and be gay in their revelry Stay alert to each threat of disaster Remember that once you were propertyThey at one time were your cruel master. Glorify their banner of stripes and stars To inspire your heart to not regret ‘Neath this same flag came your brandings and scars And this horror you must never forget. On economic laws sharpen your spears Build your armor from father’s tradition Wash ‘way sorrows with the salt of your tears Make self-reliance your sole ambition. Celebrate small victories you have won Do not swell your chest with pride too fast; Your struggle for power hasn’t yet begun. However wealthy - forget not your past.

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AGE The wiry wrinkles written and worn On the weary wailing walls of my face Hasten the harpies of neglect and scorn, The gnawing agonies of naked disgrace. As if Life were a crime â&#x20AC;&#x201C; so I have paid Greedy Zion bankers my blood and breath; Supporting coups and military raids, And my own ancient, spiritual death. Awakening wide-eyed before the grave, Workless will and desires so unrestrained, When the dog discovers itself a slave, Retrieving balls becomes horror refrained.

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RUNNING I run now As I ran then To escape the black king’s men Who feed me fear and many pain On my ankle they lock the chain To catch my body they slyly come To sell me for a cask of rum They kiss my body bloody with the whip And lock me in the white man’s ship! I run now as I ran then To escape the white man’s policemen White man’s law he says I break So to his jail my body takes He condemns me in his courtSay I must pay child support With no job no money I fail White man locks me in his jail. I run now as I ran then White man say I’m full of sin Say I love the water melon Shoot me down as fleeing felon From his tree my body hangs Or work the clang-clang chain gangs In the church he says to pray Till Jesus takes the hurt away I run now as I ran then Fugitive from a white racist sin No family no child no wife Running running all my life Across the years across the sea Someday to rest - someday free! Someday I’ll reverse this rut; He shall flee and I shall hunt!

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NEW PRESIDENT He comes declaring sincere love for peace Well-armed with the deadliest pieces; He swears that he wants bloody wars to cease While his military budget increases. He declares freedom his main diversion; He speaks of the many lives he saves, With power, he doesnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t shy from coercion With an empire built on the backs of slaves. So eloquently he speaks of free trade To support the multinational firms, With no mention of broken treaties made Or that all trade must be only on his terms! He holds the Christian flag for all to see Chained, burdened with Zionist debt; He upholds the masterâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s democracy Like the smiling slave, immune to regret.

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OVER CONFIDENT From hasty over-generalizing I think I have been cured; From rash irrationality I surely have matured. From televised propaganda, No longer intellectually raped; From malicious media fallacies Iâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;ve arguably somehow escaped. Post hoc no longer confuses; The band wagon has begun to stink, While the personal attack excuses The argument and one neglects to think! I maneuver through a complex web of lies Through clouds, storms and trees like birds Gliding winds of emotion in dark skies, Dissecting infectious poison words.

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BOOK FOUR

THE DECEPTION ANTAR AL BASIR

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THE PLOT “Protect that goose through media and might Let none challenge his authority, his right! Let none question his citizenship Or his cozy Wall Street relationship. Protect that dear dark goose we bankers beg, For it shall lay us a golden egg; An egg to free business from State fear and awe, To free us to roar above government law; An egg to negate an old constitution, To let us work our oligarchic solution; An egg to protect our interests from hate Under the power of a police state. Program the black goose with the large egoCultural amnesia won’t let him know That he’s a Sammy Davis, our sick fool And we’ll use him like a carpenter’s tool. It shall live while useful, and shall not die; It may swim the seas, but shall never fly.”

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PREY I am the rich man’s prey, the hunted poor, My life is planned in some secret room Behind some large heavily guarded door, By what wealthy men - I know not whom. Their thin wires go into my mortgaged home, They’ve welded heavy chains upon my mind; In Freedom’s pasture I shall never roam For they’ve fed me their books to keep me blind! They submit to me twins for electionFor work -given a worthless federal note; Politicians, police – no protection When I complain they declare I should vote! Vote for my voluntary slavery! Vote for greater power to the State! Vote for the senseless who lack braveryVote for a roof and small crumbs on my plate! I am the rich man’s dog, happily greeting; The field, factory, office are my tomb; My future plotted in some covert meeting, By what wicked men, I know not whom.

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WAR It’s the poor, the ignorant, the cowardly, they go Like murderous mobs of sheep against their broken will; Too blindly patriotic, too intimidated to say “no!” They fly to dark-skinned foreign lands to rape and kill. Jobless, uneducated, desperate, dumb regarding duty, Programmed without question, they mistake war for peace; Corporate and banking warmongers reap enormous booty As piles of impoverished young civilian bodies increase. Not drafted, they mindlessly volunteer to be deployed For the oligarchic quest in some slandered Asian land; Seeking meager pay and civilian poverty they hope to avoid, They risk dismemberment and death in Afghanistan. God save murdered victims, soldiers fighting against their will; Curse castrated politicians who send them off to kill!

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AN OSCAR TOO? Nixon arrogantly followed orders, And had not misfortune cost him his job, He might have stretched political borders, Despite his little known ties to the mob. Reagan and Carter were most naïve, One thinking wealth could save the old nation; The other too southern and staid to believe A secret team steered each situation. Clinton and Bush set laws for global rule, One – a clever, vain, and amoral flirt; The other a cocky fumbling foolOne from crime and wealth – one from want and dirt. Obama put the crown on the plotter’s heads, Wealth to the rich, more chains for the chained. He brought the horror the dreamer dreads; Freedom’s prison cell is red and stained! A Nobel Prize for seeing bankers through; Shouldn’t he be given an acting Oscar too?

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SELLING THE SOUL The capitalists want communism, A regime declared wicked and cruel; They would even prefer fascism, So long as there were poor paupers to rule. The bankers prefer a socialist state When democracyâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s run its infant course, When wealth shall govern the peopleâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s poor fate, The wealthy shall ride the wild pale horse! Liberties and freedoms will be taken Under the guise of a threatening foe; Prisons will be packed, few will awaken To see the country bleeding with woe. When men sell their dreams for a petty sum, They mortgage their freedoms for years to come.

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CONSUMERS "...somebody has to take governments' place, and business seems to me to be a logical entity to do it." - David Rockefeller - Newsweek International, Feb 1 1999.

Consumers are urged to spend; Their jobs, their wages depend On whether the bankers will lend. The State will be extorted! Government controlled by the Fed, Bailout bankers or be financially dead, The peopleâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s wealth slowly bled While only sport is reported. Puppets lined up for certain To say bankers were gravely hurtinâ&#x20AC;&#x2122; A voice from behind the silken curtain Said let the people die! Jefferson said in history That there shall never, ever be People ignorant and free Unless they suffer and sigh! For greed they beg and borrow And mortgage themselves to sorrow Leaving nothing for tomorrow But a barking, howling cry!

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FOR MUHAMMAD ALI You beat the smoking gorilla And you defeated the terrible bear You punished an impudent rabbit And you proved your worth in Zaire. You showed you were the fastest As your victims fell with groans You beat Marines and the vampires But you didn’t beat Doug Jones.

You whipped the U.S. government And survived the greed of wives, Escaped assassins’ bullets And malicious media knives. You downed many great white hopes And invaded forbidden zones, You felled the enemies of blackness But you never beat Doug Jones. You say you are the greatest And you deserve your due; Maybe not the greatestBut at least in the top two! For Jack never called opponents names Or stooped to put brothers down; Like you, such a pretty man, But he was not a clown! So when that final bell rings And you hear those melodious tones, Tell the God that you beat them all! But you didn’t beat Doug Jones!

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ABORTION That shining rose we’ve sought and feared Beneath the dark heel of Life lay crushed; That brave hero we’ve loved and jeered Into the sewer of Fate we’ve flushed! The lies of government we believed And cowardly its fascist laws obeyed; Watched news, paid taxes and were deceived With solemn decisions so unwisely made. That distant dream, we wished to avoid, Requiring diligent study of sorts; We felt so stressful and so annoyed. This is the love child we sought to abort! Like a snake we slithered down in the dust Without desire to climb scepter or tree We became the pale white whore of lust And never fulfilled our destiny! We followed their new mythology Like rats following the clever piper And they fragmented our psychology Like bullets from a hidden sniper. All our deep dark dreams were televised As we were herded like robotic men; We walked like zombies, hypnotized, Wanting direction and debt to spend!

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WHEN THEY TURN OFF THE TELEVISON "The great masses of the people will more easily fall victims to a big lie than a small one" Adolf Hitler: 'Mein Kampf'

When they turn off the television, Breaths and armpits will no longer stink; Marijuana won’t cause car collisions And they’ll slowly re-learn how to think. It shall be broadcast on national news As a dread national security threat; Weapons of mass destruction would be used To get people back to the T. V. set. When they turn off the TV set They’ll discover the Truth in the wind; They won’t worship sports, movies or red corvettes And frustration won’t cause them to spend. Non-whites will be more acceptable And the range of beauty much wider, And dark skin, brown eyes more respectable With racism and profit an outsiders. When they cut off the subconscious invader They’ll discover a true reason to be When they unplug the sublime persuader They shall learn what it means to think free. When the one-eyed monster is shattered, When its antenna and magic screen breaks, They’ll realize how little it mattered To them, and the difference its absence makes!

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THE HUNTER Red-coated horsemen â&#x20AC;&#x201C; pack of howling hounds Through woods and meadows, over streams and rocks With barking beasts and screaming trumpet sounds, They chase a defenseless, desperate fox. The shiny steed gallops with form and grace, Canine tongues dangle as stiff tails sway; The master bounces in his high place, Determined to catch his helpless prey! Wet, black noses hold the revealing scent, Their kinship assures the dogs shall not fail; The red-coated hunter rides confident; His loyal, yelping bloodhounds keep the trail. The fox flees with cunning as well as fright, Through primeval forests, bushy terrain; It dashes, dodges in desperate flight! Using its fast paws as well as its brain. Though the foxâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s foe be more well out-fitted, Their pride and number are often out-witted.

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REVENGE Should I forget wicked injustices So casually inflicted for sport? Should I suppress inhuman sentences Unjustly given me in the court? Should I forget at my liberation, Like Jomo – so brainwashed and swollen, Forgive the murder and exploitation And let them keep all they have stolen? Should I, like Mandela, just to be free, Abandon justice with trembling nerve, Forget and forgive evils done to me, And with a smile, their foul objectives serve? No amnesia – memory doesn’t retreat; Mercy is divine – but revenge so sweet!

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WHY? Pray hard for the hapless baby boomers, Where innocence and ignorance vie, Not as creators, but mindless consumers Who look to religion, the deep blue sky. While in caves and castles pale demons lurk, To hear strong men groan and pure babies cry, Demons who worship darkness, ever work To make men suffer, and they know not why. The poor, the blind, they sadly sing and dance To drown the misery they try to deny â&#x20AC;&#x201C; The knowledge of knowing they had no chance And they never really understood why. They birth offspring who drink their own dry tears Pay an unearned debt, march to war and die; Never grew to understand their inner fears And never learned who, or what or why.

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MY RELIGION "Religion is what keeps the poor from murdering the rich." Napolean

My religion’s no tale of mythic acts, Of disbelieving, wild Semitic tribes That worshipped bulls, wrote spurious facts, Of money-changing Jews, Pharisees, Scribes. My religion’s no dream of milk and honey, Of exile across not desert basins, It requires no sacrifice of money, No secret rites of shriners or masons. My faith’s not built on miraculous acts, On rash rebellion of Semitic tribes Who preferred fantasy over sound facts, Of money-loving Jews, Pharisees, Scribes; Of adulterous gods who bred bastard sons, Of rebellious groups without conviction; Of spreading their faith with swords and with guns, Of praying to Cross and Crucifixion! My faith is a fire, a hot raging Word That summons Courage and Understanding; My faith’s no horned owl, no cuckoo bird, It is not vengeful and not demanding. It’s a flower in flames that never burns; Stepped upon, crushed, it always returns!

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ORGANIZE Uncle Sam has a fatal cough The big corporations laying-off Skyscrapers dropping from the sky Big business offshore singing bye, bye, bye Multinationals start to downsize No use crying – time to organize! Storm troopers marching in the schools Football fans screaming like fools Innocent people thrown behind bars Grown folk watching movie stars Athletes paid more than the teacher A scream and a shout enriches the preacher The fearful shackled with regrets In cognizant dissonance and t.v. sets Soon the people shall open their eyes Come together and organize! Families tossed from foreclosed homes Sleeping under highways, astrodomes Suppress realities awful sights, Movies, nightclubs, dreamless nights Police and judges freely terrorize Awake up! It’s time to organize Wages fall and prices rise A media of gossip and childish lies A people made mindless and incomplete Banker’s life is soft and sweet People shall never see the prize Until they wake up and organize!

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THE VISTOR She shall come as promised, though naught was stated And I must live without joy or sorrow; I must not think how long have I waited, Work and play as though she comes tomorrow. I shall not think to sit alone at home, Nervous and anxious, twiddling my thumbs; In risky fields of danger I shall roam, Always ready when my visitor comes. Though my wretched life has been anointed With pains and deceptions I hold most dear; Days Iâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;ve wished, and been so disappointed My procrastinating guest would appear. When I hear her sing on my frozen ground, I shall invite her to relax, sit on down!

CONTROL Fair fantasies may be manufactured To suit and solve some satanic desire; And reality may become fractured, Soiling sense through fiber optic wire. Hearts and eyes may be manipulated And natural appetites subdued; Bodies and souls may be dominated Like a woman with alcohol wooed. Truth may be shrouded with a fog so dense And people herded and hounded like sheep, Held for slaughter behind a democratic fenceThey only leap in their nightmarish sleep!

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TODAY There is no refuge for the righteous Thereâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s no salvation for the saint No mercy for the just and exploited No ear shall hear their complaint. There shall be no reward for the righteous No heaven and no paradise, But gold and silver for the wicked And for those using cunning and vice. A verse, a prayer said by the humble That falls as it fades from their lips, But walls of Babylon wonâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t crumble As the star of Aquarius dips. The wicked shall reign like a demon, And the flesh of the poor they will carve; The enlightened shall flee to the desert; The children and poor - they shall starve. Good men will wane in dark prisons And evil men shall rule and prevail. But a few of their criminal brothers Shall rot with the good men in jail.

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THE WHITE MAN A distortion of reality The instinctive drive to devour The white man is a mentality Whose obsession is absolute power! Escape from the white man’s -isms Escape! And you must not fail! Escape from his inhuman prisons! Escape from his brutal jail! Flee! And if you can’t flee, Fight! If you can’t fight – run! People who seek to be free Must ever take up the gun! Escape from his education! Have not fear or awe; Escape his indoctrination! Escape from his oligarchic law! Flee from his deceitful taxation! Flee his banking and mortgage schemes! Flee the commercial capitalization Of all of your hopes and dreams! People like herds are often driven, And dreamers sometimes mistaken; True freedom will never be given But always must be taken! The white man’s not the blue eyes, Not the pale, colorless skin, But a cunning mental disguise With a manic desire to win! Flee! And if you can’t flee, Fight! If you can’t fight – run! People who seek to be free Must ever take up the gun!

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THE SLEEPER When he opens his eyes and learns to see Perhaps then heâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;ll begin to disagree With two party politics and TV Once he discovers he is not free. When he opens his ears, begins to hear, He shall take up the gun or hide in fear. Only then shall he learn what is most dear! When he finds the cause to lay down his life Greater than wealth, children or wife, He shall fight to destroy the fascist strife!

THE WHIFFENPOOF What is ours we take tonight As ring of fire burning bright We stand behind the burning light And cast no shadows in the night. Words recited at Illumanati human sacrifice. What devil or angel of mystery Perched alone like a bourgeois buffoon, That stares in darkness and able to see, Though there are no stars and there is no moon! With long sharp talons, long hooked beak, In solitude, silence and blackest night, Mute to lesser eyes but to it darkness speaks To hear without sound and see without light. With fluffy feather, the softest down, Beak and talons to hold, rip and tear, It floats like a bat and flies without a sound Leaving bones of his prey clean and bare. At Yale they harmonize in low, evil moans The Whiffenpoof song of Skull and Bones.

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ARMEGGEDON "Religion is what keeps the poor from murdering the rich." Napolean

A generational pain is aching A soul-changing, psychic rapeThere is no mistaking! There shall be no escape! The demonic alliances He didnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t anticipateThe unholy compliances Between the clergy and the State! The secret agreements Not reported in the news Twixt big business and governments â&#x20AC;&#x201C; Twixt the Hindu and the JewsTwixt the military and corporations Between the athlete and the star Twixt the beef and poultry plantations Between the doctors and the Bar!

THE ZIONIST The banking Jew he never sleeps All night he counts his coins and weeps That he must pay poor employees And cannot do just as he pleases He attacks with a vengeful rod Like his jealous, wrathful god Who keeps judeo-christians in awe Of its infantile and sexist law!

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LITTLE BIRDS Some ravenous demons are pale and white And some vicious dogs don’t promptly bark, Some creatures see in darkness without light And some people strangely live in the dark. Some dread giving and only seek to take, Some despise walking when able to ride, They lay in grass like a poisonous snake, Like baby birds, eyes shut, mouths open wide!

DEMOCRACY There’s a demon in democracy Its fickle fallacy sang so sweet There’s a whore in the heathen’s hypocrisy With the stench of political deceit! Psychopaths and puppets in a pale house Dancing, barking to a Wall Street sign; Goldman Sachs, Chase and Mickey Mouse! The blood on the floor is mine.

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BLACKNESS Blackness is universal nobility A sleek melodic agility Devoid of all hostility Save to wickedness and sin. Blackness is unequalled modesty The Nubian soul of honesty No mental or moral indecency Toward its fellow men. Blackness is not color or shade But is known by its rare grade The unity of word and act thatâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s made All uttered from the heart. Blackness is no deceptive seed That bends and lies to serve a need Never moved by gain or greed Truth its noble art.

SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST Their bovine ears deaf, their brown eyes are blind, Except to hymns from Babelâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s magic tower; Young hearts filled with love, so very kind, The humble prey of unshackled power. The zebra graze, lions watch and they plan, Both know the strict rules of their ancient game; The vile hunter now is not lion, but man, And laws of the Wild shall never be the same.

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FOR MANDELA Stretched cow-skin Zulu drums were dumb Land, tongue, god, all snatched from their possession The barbaric Dutch from the north had come As Africa died under white oppression! He tried to follow – passed the racist bar And believed white justice would not failTo the blacks he became a rising star, Dimmed for twenty-seven years in jail! Like Jomo, his mind became so tender That he succumbed to the demon forces, Raised his hands in prayerful surrender, And let whites keep the people’s resources? An African hero’s tragic storyBowing for the illusion of glory!

PROTECTED Fort Knox has been coolly slacked and robbed High Wall Street bonuses the result Sporting events, rap concerts are mobbed With bank bailouts add injury to insult A fascist state covertly erected Demands convict numbers and dna Blind and deaf say “we must be protected, Terrorists will take our freedoms away!” Corporations have taken jobs offshore Fort Knoxx is bare, no one suspected The middle has joined the wretched poor Crying, “our freedoms must be protected!”

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MASTERS MAKE MONSTERS Mild monsters must murder their mad master Who conjured it for scorn and to slave To keep the wealth of a class from disaster, They’ve forgotten how to stand and be brave! They’re fed the opiate of nonviolence, For work, given a meager commission! Law and order chains their obedience Like dogs to voluntary submission. Monsters are married to misery Masters are mated to exploited wealth, And rule with a Masonic sorcery And a tyranny of majestic stealth.

CAPITALIST GREED Knowledge – the soul’s sexual incision That justifies man’s wild, bestial greed! The market – bed of his religion That satisfies his corrupt carnal need. Sweet love withers in the depths of the heart, Choked and smothered by lust for earth; Paradise is shattered - torn apart! There was an abortion – there was no birth! In the black hearse of capitalism They inhale each taxing, labored breath; To graveyards of commercial realism They die an un-ceremonial death. Giving freely shows true humanityCraving wealth, power, breeds insanity.

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STRENGTH TO THE HERO Woe to him with the bold new suggestions, Who won’t trade his strong principles and such; Flowers for the fool with many questions – And strenght to the black man who knows too much. For him who knows capitalism’s creed Without the guidance of the white man’s touch, And sees clearly its exploitative greed, Pray for this poor soul, for he knows too much! Strength to him scanning paged words at night, Sharpening pen and charismatic tongue, Clearly discriminating wrong from right, He shall be strange fruit in the court house hung. Strenght to him who tells folk to organize, And leads the protest of labor’s parade; Bless him that he has come to realize There’s no freedom, no justice, being afraid!

WHITENESS Concentration of power and passion Makes shoddy disorder appear quite neat; Makes manic perversions the new fashion In the red turpitude of the Elite. By deceit they have come and have conquered. With a smile and a handshake they pretend That your wishes, desires are most preferred, And that they can be trusted as a friend. A white wolf is in the black sheep’s clothing Chasing three desperate, distinctive dreams; For his prey there’s no love, but a loathing. The world of whiteness is not what it seems!

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FOOLISH AND FRIENDLESS On the world’s most ancient and fertile fields Blacks made mathematics, measured earth and played Searched the universe in celestial wheels And by love and heart, so harshly betrayed. Nubians explored the earth in ships, On horseback, camels, over desert and sea, But couldn’t predict when the star of their Fate dips To fill their future with pale misery. Black, calm, a Sahara midsummer night, Nubians welcomed Arabs with peace Though their wisdom and good sense forbade; For soon these Arabs had broken their lease And with invaders their hosts they betrayed. White Zionists stole African’s birthright Like Jacob stole his brother’s noble place, And conveniently kept the truth from sight And deemed Africans the lowest “race!” Blacks, ever submissive to the Unseen, By Ganges, Nile, and Mississippi have prayed, And by every faith and cult, have been, In their time of greatest need, betrayed. Along the pristine shores of Mexico, To Timbuktu’s old wisdom Time forgot, To pyramids of Egypt, to Borneo And the defiant faces of Ankgor Wat. The ram knows the tiger as enemy And the war hawk does not fly with the doves; The black believes his friends are so many; No one loves him, but oh! How the black man loves!

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A DESIREABLE STREETCAR Little blue birds with no legs at all, Having to live forever on the wing – They ride the high winds, but never fall No ears have been blessed to hear them sing. Beauty’s the wind upon which they glide, A flight of Truth they were cursed to keep. High above the storms and hawks they ride Without bush, budding branch, or nest to sleep. They survive on only rain and sunshine As they drift on dreams of others up high, Clothed in a sorrow almost divine On a bed of wind, ‘neath a roof of sky.

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HEIRARCHY OF NEEDS I do not need a government to hold me Within its complex, secret fascist jaws I don’t need a government to oppress me With multitudes of tyrannical laws. Nor do I need a government to send me off To some poor foreign land to war Nor be robbed and jailed by corrupt judges Who hid behind an oligarchic bar. I don’t need a system to tax me Beating me down like a spike in the earth Nor a woman who hates all of what I am But loves me for meager monetary worth. Don’t need a woman wanting to spend and spend Don’t need a narcissistic narrow-minded woman, Obsessed with appearance, class and strife Don’t need a one-eyed monster in my home Trying to control and direct my life. All I need is the unpolluted showers of rain, The justice of sunshine to shine upon me I need the land to belong to everyone, Small government, no army or police, and we shall be free.

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WHITE SUPREMACY A contagion has inflicted known world In London, Paris and Chicago It’s polluted and poisoned each boy and girl In Caracas, Panama and Santiago. It’s warped the people’s will, stifled their thought And its agony few can long endure; It was bred in greed, was sold and bought Especially by the most insecure. Its presence is foul, frightening and clear It rots the heart save with Love protected It’s in the food we eat - in the atmosphere It’s ripe among the Christians and easily detected. (Even among the Buddhists, its presence is suspected!) It’s conspicuous among the Hindu, Whose infestation one may quickly tell And well known among the Israeli Jew It’s widespread among Muslims who know it well, Even though they claim to love Antar and Bilal. It’s present in all relationships and in the marketplace, And erroneously referred as the virus of race.

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WHAT HAPPENED? What happened to the afros sistas used to sport And the strong clenched fists brothas used to raise, That dream of family sistas now abort, Puffed away in a crack cocoaine craze? What became of the study of Swahili, The businesses and bookstores we started? What happened to the colorful dashikis? In our hopeful glee, were we out-smarted? What happened to the black love between us Were we playing some self-destructive joke So that now our very own actions demean us! Our dreams are hip hop nightmares of 9mm smoke! Where went the inspiring voices, so sweet, From every humble profession sent, From priest, singer, musician and even athlete That kept our heads high and backs unbent. Today they are so very silent, Today so very silent.

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ARAB, ANGLO, ARYAN Arab, Anglo, and Aryan white tribes Pounced upon the world like a savage beast Deathly Hindu, Islamic and Christian bribes Conquered Africa and the Asian East. A blind victim in ignorance rejoices That European power gave them sight, And exploited their land’s rich resources In exchange for the dream of being white! For since the recent conquest of the mind, The black-est are poorest and most despised, Though the whitest are most ruthless and unkind, Their treachery’s hidden under Deceit’s disguise. Though they fight each other with blood and sound, They unite to hold the Afro-Asian world down.

HEART SHOULD KNOW The heart should know how to absorb a book, And have fingers to feel stars glistening To understand music it should know where to look To master the fine art of listening. To understand hate, it must recognize love And Love’s passive, submissive behavior For what is below same as that above, And neither is demon or savior. Know when to recoil and when to strike For violence neither destroys or kills, But frees a prisoner from a suffering psyche To wander the eternal galactic hills. Escape with Desire – so unprotected, Returns again searching when resurrected!

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THE SINS OF EUROPE The Anglo-Saxon sins of Europe That darken and dim the light, The murderous morality of Europe, The red blood of Jesus can’t bleach white. The Nordic narcissism of Europe That transforms a heart to clay! The crimes against humanity by Europe, Noah’s mythical Flood can’t wash away The rape and robbery by Europe Of the tropics where god-children live The dead bodies and orphans left to cope, Only Satan in white Hell could forgive! The Gauls and Goths of Europe So known for their skills to abuse; Their bloody acts in Asia and Africa Not even Adolf Hitler could excuse.

MILITARY INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX Declaring there’s more reason to his rhyme He insists he has no flaws to display He thus absolves himself of all his crime Saying all his fascist laws we must obey He says he follows Jesus the Christ And that he has no interest in gain or loss And if the Jesus bids him to sacrifice He’ll nail rebel Jesus back to his cross. He preaches the virtues of democracy Demanding communism shall not see day Born from capitalist wombs of hypocrisy He’ll dance for what wealth the devil will pay.

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LET US Let us dispense with religion that exploits and binds Let us cease the self-deception of meaningless votes Let’s organize, resist and free our shackled minds And with our worker’s hands seek the rich man’s throat! Let’s abandon minimum wage and forty hour weeks The subtle oppression of modern servitude Let’s awaken the sleeping giant to which our soul speaks And make the master’s destruction our daily food. (Let us unite to dispel the master’s oppressive mood.) Let us revolutionize education – no more job-teaching; Let us destroy the wickedness and build a new creation Without the spurious sexist out-dated Jewish preaching Without banks, the bias Bar and federal taxation! With toxic words let’s melt the obedient chain That moves us bow to an oligarchic demand Let us end our rape, our unwilling pain Challenge the military state - retake the land!

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BEAUTY AND THE BEAST Morbid monster with long, black, sharp claws, Savagely slandered by jealous fears; With brave defiant eyes and bloody jaws, It straddles the universe for a million years. Haughty northern tribes abhor its slaughter, Denying its entrance to dance and feast. Never to muse their blond-haired daughter Secretly wishes to dance with this Beast. A draconian hymn forcibly made While narcissistic knaves twirl â&#x20AC;&#x2DC;cross the floor; Seductively, deceptively, the music is played As though Death suddenly shall burst through the door. The room well lighted, much wealth has been spent, The villadom celebrate without cares; A celebrity crowd, no paupers present, Family wealth shall be passed down to heirs. All politeness pretend, they are gentlemen, Except when making the money, at least. Their dreams of empire to the skies extend, If they can capture and contain the Beast!

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RETURN THE LAND Amnesia has not yet bleached my mind Or erased the history of your harsh demand, Distorting my vision, making me blind, Demonizing my God, stealing my land! I work without pay, but I plan and plot And struggle ‘neath the burden of your greed; Though mis-educated, I’ve not forgot How you warped my heart, made it bleed. Like Prometheus bound to rock and tower, Your cold chain held me, but still I yearned; Now that I feel anew my strength and power, All you have stolen must be returned! Look not dumbfounded as though you’re deaf! There’s no statute of limitation on theft!

NEANDERTHALS Danger holds no dagger to stab the heart, Misfortune no moist mourn for the soul. Foul fate has no fangs to tear our dreams apartThe judicial jackals shall find us bold. Justice – faked and fixed and fed to fools To fearful to face their fascist plight, Who leave their weapons, survival tools, And run away from the thousand year long fight! Justice – bartered and bought like whores Strutting sanctimoniously courthouse halls Under colors of law the devil adores The cowards who come running when it calls. Zionists jackals, barbaric banking beasts, Devour like leeches Lazarus’ bread; Narcissistic Neanderthals have their feast As poverty sucks from the nation’s dead.

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CHALLENGE! Challenge the cracking lightning and thunder! Challenge the wild, raging, turbulent sea! Challenge the capitalist plot to plunder And restore and resurrect liberty. Challenge intellectual engravers Who sublimely seduce minds with stealth; Challenge the governmental enslaversStrip them of the peopleâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s power and wealth. Confront their blind bayonets and bullets Confront their unjust judicial jail, Face white death and the demons shall stop it! Slavery is the prize should we fail! Challenge oppression in whatever form, Whoever the fascist tyrant may be! Challenge the troopers that come in the storm To restore and preserve liberty!

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NEVER Will I kneel and passively surrender As fiends halt sweet Freedom’s endeavor? Courage has made me a nobler gender, And I defiantly respond – “Never!” Will I build my own prison, forge my own chains For covert men thinking themselves clever, And in my fear hide beneath my own pains? I reply emphatically and scream “Never!” Will I cut my own throat, dig my own grave, Be a suffering, spending fool forever? Will “job” become a synonym for “slave?” With determination, I shout “Never!” Shall I shun chivalry and bravery And with your knife, my child’s throat sever To mortgage his dear life to slavery? I say again and again – “Never!” Stand stiff at attention to show respectOh no! This heart he shall never have her! These tenets of freedom I won’t reject, And once again I say “Never!”

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MYTHOLOGY I had two mothers, Mary and Lucy; Two torturers, one wore kippah, the other kufi, They twisted my mind, poisoned my blood Making a promiscuous, impotent stud Freedom from their cage, I’m fed like a pigeon, Dependence, job, spurious religion My vision so fractured through their white prism I climax from obsessive masochism I sought to flee before nightmares could start But one stabbed a crucifix through my heart!

THE PROTOCOLS Kill the black ones, lest they multiply, And rise up to do our scheme no good; With Eugenics the mass would not complyWe shall call the plot “planned parenthood.” The men, we shall never fully employ And direct their tastes to fun and sport; Make black women vain, seeking fashion and joy Every seed in their womb, help them abort! Those who refuse this method to deploy We must shackle the male for child support! We must make them suffer with drugs, sweet lies, And fill their world with misery and gloom; We must rip out ovaries, neutralize The threat – lest they rise up from the tomb! Their minds are weak and they can’t understand That we will kill them anyway we can!

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THE FLAG "Patriotism is your conviction that this country is superior to all others because you were born in it."

That flag that fools died for is tattered Freedomâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s last hope has hopelessly ended To the sleeping masses, it never mattered That Liberty was suddenly suspended! The sports are grand and magnificent! The cameras are luminous and bright! Prisons overflow with the innocent! Police patrol with a violent might! Given from TV an appetite to spend Media cultivates a childish greed! Taught to obey and taught to depend On what theyâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;re told to want, told to need. Fascism is the flag that flies today; Revolution the hero to drive it away!

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MONSTERS OF MISERY A media mutt howls haunted in the night Contorting dreams with fallacies of fright, Its venomous bark worst than its bite, Bark prints deeply engraved! Its diverting screams, terrorizing news Encourages spending to end the blues While masses entranced seem to refuse The fact theyâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;ve been enslaved! Get high, get drunk, have sex, watch some sports, It matters not if government aborts Your rights in the land and justice in the courts Because government makes us free! Hahaaa Twenty-four seven, news bombards the brain! Sounds, images that sedate growing painSoon weâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;re beasts seeking just profit and gain, Wobbling about in ball and chain, Believing we are free, Believing we are free! A media mutt sings carols in the night, Crippled Tiny Tim wears blue and white. The streets are snowy, no shoppers in sight, To satisfy the corporate appetite, They bite where labor is the cheapest, Paying the lowest wages to the meekest, Making existence the most bleakest! The monsters of misery!

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BOOK FIVE RESISTANCE & VICTORY

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FLIGHT The lease on Freedom has expired And Justice thrown out in the street, For Greed and Power have conspired And activists are forced to retreat. He flees not because he’s a coward; He flees not because he is wrong; He flees lacking strength to move forward And because his enemy’s too strong. For guilt he fears no conviction; His beliefs and his cause are his crimes. Flight from the fight’s no contradiction When the warrior awaits better times. Though his sword and his shield lay unspoken His dreams splattered like red blood on the floor His spirit for the fight stands unbroken As a bright star to awaken the poor! He flees from an inglorious capture For he’s not one to be tortured or who begs, Nor bays like a dog before the rapture With its tail curled twixt its legs. He flees with young dreams of tomorrow, Dreams nursed on breast milk bitter-sweet, For flight in no way stirs his sorrow For he rises again from each defeat.

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THE BULL OF BARCELONA I am the black bull of Barcelona That the Visigoths despise and abhor, The dark bovine of Burgos That charges the mulatto matador. I must gore the taunting torero, My sharp horns he wonâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t ever escape, For his screams shall stain his muleta As my hard hooves trample his cape. I am the dusky moor of old Madrid The young brown Iberian scorns; In my shoulders stand arrows of CupidWith twelve pale bodies on my horns! I am the black Arab of high knowledge Who wooed and won the savage with care, Architect of library and college! The Alhambra was my house of prayer. I am the black Muslim of Granada Who civilized the barbaric pack, Who lived in splendor at AlcazabaCarried off Europa on my sooty back!

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DEPROGRAMMING We’ve exorcised “negro” from painful dread; We’ve soothed the awful insult of “nigger,” We’ve removed the barrel from our head, Our trembling finger from the trigger. He’s taken the relaxer from his hair, The self-degrading bleaching cream from his face; But she refuses, she does not dare The risk of identifying with her race. He casts his eyes homeward across the sea By changing his name, his dress, through books; He fantasizes home where he can be free; He makes no move, he simply looks. But she harbors no nostalgic desire, Cultural amnesia has left her spent; She sits warming herself by master’s fireTo be African is not her intent! Looks into the mirror have been despised, Like the Nazi, like the Afrikaner, Their oppressor’s bludgeons internalized, Through violence, alienation, dishonor… They recall the horrors of North and South, Listlessly they read what black scholars wrote; They’ve removed the cup of poison from their mouth, Taken the sharp, white dagger from their throat. Now so masochistic, they love the pains, With deep bite marks in their jugular veins.

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FREEDOM Freedom has been a feeble fantasy, Feeding feisty feces of futile fallacies From a demonic dipsomaniac dynasty Covertly plotting caesarian conspiracies. Reality fiendishly fucked foul falsity, Breeding beastly bastards, or so it seems. And my memory is chained to past futility! Iâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;m drenched and drowned by deceptive dreams. Prosperity has poisoned pregnant poverty Goring it on golden horns of capitalism! Itâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s blood boiling in stale sewers of lost sovereignty! Splashed like holy water for devil baptisms! Cast a vote to worship the greedy swine! Aristocrats spray golden piss as though divine!

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WORKER’S RIGHTS "Those who take the most from the table, teach contentment. Those for whom the taxes are destined, demand sacrifice. Those who eat their fill, speak to the hungry, of wonderful times to come. Those who lead the country into the abyss, call ruling difficult, for ordinary folk." -Bertolt Brecht

What rights capitalists smeared on ancient paper, Rights promised Natives and proven to be a lie; Promised and printed words that disappear like vapor? Serfs have so few rights – to starve, fight, or die! Peasants are advised to be silent and stay healthy; To slave days and nights, to make the company wealthy; To attend poor schools where obedience is learned, To be docile and stupid and to spend all they’ve earned! They’re an unlimited, expendable resource; No insurance and low wages aren’t issues, of course. They’re the humble peons, praised and prized, So over-worked, under-paid and disorganized. They’re marched to war and told it’s to bring peace, To spread Christ and democracy from West to East, To spread the freedom that Americans hold so dear, But when have slaves ever had freedom here?

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SCRIPTURE They say God built a world in six days And on the seventh day He spent resting; The capitalist to the worker says: “You must work six days without protesting!” Should workers strike for more wages, Deceive them with smile and guile; The wisdom of the Dark, dark agesSpare the rod and spoil the child! A vulture the capitalists must be, Not a dove, not a hawk nor an eagle, Catch and keep workers in poverty And make all strikes and pickets illegal! Render unto Caesar his lead coins Less heaven shall find you much faster; A cross on your back, a spear in the loins“Servants! Obey your cruel master!” Give unto Caesar, give unto the God, That ye may be spared from disaster, The meek shall inherit six feet of sod! Slaves must obey their master! Man doesn’t live by unleavened bread alone And man reaps exactly what man sows, A smile follows every hurt and groan, As the plant is pruned, so it grows.

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INSURGENTS "At a time of universal deceit - telling the truth is a revolutionary act." (George Orwell)

Citizens pay when corporations fail; Instead of the thief, it’s the banks that rob; CEO’s go home, workers thrown in jail; Organize a protest, kicked off the job! They classified him a terrorist Though their logic was in error, For he had always been a pacifist, And had spread neither hate nor terror. They called him an insurgent Because he saw that the only solution Was to repeal the fascist Patriot Act And to restore the Constitution. They labeled him a dissident Because he questioned Nine Eleven, And because he was not quite confident About the London bombings of July seven. They accused him of being an insurgent Because the subtle media persuasion Failed, and he felt that it was urgent For people to stop all U.S. invasions. They defined him as an insurgent Because he was not at all deceived, Because he was not fearful or repentant For the principles of freedom he believed. They arrested him as an insurgentTyranny’s paranoid, manic projectionSaid undemocratic and divergent, He was held for corporate protection. In America, who’s not insurgent? Spied upon at home, molested in ports, Who disbelieves people power isn’t urgent When one’s robbed and raped in U.S. courts?

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THE NEW AGE Two fish today won’t feed twelve hungry men; Fate finds no fortune in a four leaf clover. Baptismal waters won’t wash away sin. Forgiveness, Love, and Grace are now over. Water-bearer comes pouring poison air, And the age of technology is born! For the drought, and the flood of blood prepare! Saturn’s karmic wrath comes in Capricorn! Keep Easter to mark the coming of spring, And Christmas to know when winter begins. Gospel hymns will be useless to sing, For the Christian era now solemnly ends. A new prophet comes, so search the dark skies, Clouded with dim stars and deceitful scam. The old gospel is done, the dead shall not riseSearch heaven for the lion to lay with the lamb! Satan has been freed to seek his desire; If the heart is not pure, burn in the fire!

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THE EUROPEAN ELITE His wayward sojourn, so brave and bold, He came like a thief, to rape and ravage; Propelled by a greed for glory and gold, To dehumanize the dark, noble savage. He envied his dignity and simple dress, Their tribal relationships free of strife; He admired their lives, free of fear and stress And their great respect for the smallest life. With novel gifts, clever, persuasive guile, He seduced the Asian, Malay and Hun; With alcohol, crucifix and deceptive smile, He massacred innocents with coward gun. Those present today didnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t live in that time, And none of those demonic acts did commit; But their wealth and stature results from the crime; They still reap massive untold benefit!

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MASTERS AND SERFS The miser sits within a silver coach, His embroidered suit, ornate and grand. Humble serfs kneel at his haughty approach As they labor for pennies on his vast land. The master rides rocking on leather seats, Six well-fed stallions pull his silver carriage, As starving slaves crawl and beg on the streets; A condescending gaze as he nibbles on sweets, Musing on his exploitative marriage. No mercy gleams from his pale, solemn face, No compassion for peonâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s wretched pains, Burned in sunshine, drenched in icy rains! As Lord he sits high in his lofty place And ponders his profits, losses and gains.

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CHURCH AND STATE “In every country and in every age, the priest has been hostile to liberty. He is always in alliance with the despot, abetting his abuses in return for protection to his own” (Thomas Jefferson to Horatio G. Spafford, 1814).

Respect the gay fellow who has “come out,” Whether gay by birth or social trend; He risked his fate - removed all doubt, And no longer has to lie and pretend. Some pretend diligence but move like a sloth, Followed by their foul and heinous stench; Those perverts who slither behind black cloth, Those faggots under color of law on the bench. They hide their filth like a rat or a roach; They articulate scripture and law, so quick, They deem themselves beyond any man’s reproach As they denounce the acts of the poor and sick. Medieval alliance twixt church and state, Quick to accuse, torture, and confiscate!

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ADULT CHILDREN Selfish, curious, they want the world explained, They want to sit, eat and be entertained With idle gossip, television, beer or buddy; They have no interest in sunshine, stars or study. Their appetite for knowledge cunningly diverted, And the hope of freedom so calmly deserted. Whosoever tickles their childish delight, Whether angel of heaven or demon of the night, They surrender their unconditional trust, To be misinformed, tricked and left in disgust. They follow pied pipers across deserts and oceans, Controlled and deceived through their blind emotions. To steal and destroy, to kill or to die, Beneath a demonic cause and a patriotic lie! Ability to reason from their mindâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s been drained, They want to watch dramas, football, and be entertained. They listen for bells as if stumbling in a fog, Salivating from the mouth like Pavlovâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s dog.

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KANE Playing the slick harlot was her role; Deceit and entrapment were her sport, Wealth without work were the goal, And a weekly check for child support. Those gainfully employed were the prey, Those hapless, dark and lusty men, Unthinking dogs loving to screw and play Who were obsessed with high yellow skin. Judge’s played their ancient, devious role Of enslaving black men in a racist court; Castration, exploitation is the goal, Clothed ‘neath the pale law of child support.

MY WOMAN She used to proudly wear her nappy kinks Recall whippings and rapes with fierce despair Now times and white hearts have changed, she thinks, As she straightens and dyes each strand of hair. In ancient times black women weren’t so blind; Blood and common suffering made us kin; Today black women have white hearts and minds! Nothing is black except their bleached skin. Black women weren’t always so full of lies, Clothed like Delilah in deceit and sin, Today she wears such a shoddy disguise; She’s learned well from her mistress how to pretend. She’s begun a dance she cannot stop As she seeks a foolish financial friend; She cannot love, but lives only to shop, To deceive, to exploit, consume and spend!

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THE AMERICAN Heâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s a thoughtless, passive following fool, Asleep from ultra-idiotic shock. Like a tiny fish swimming in a school, He instinctively flies like birds in a flock. He misinterprets dreams from his dark sleep That warn of what apathy engenders; Still he obeys and follows like black sheep, And to a white wolf his warm blood surrenders. A chicken in a coop that clucks and scratches, Oblivious to the farmerâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s growing need, Or the hands that take the eggs it hatches To fill an insatiable, satanic greed. Consuming the dust shall become rougher, And American ignorance will surely suffer!

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THE WHITE MANâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;S GUN They came like arrogant, satanic lords, First with crucifixes and Christian clowning; They carried viruses and long, sharp swords; Now they conquer with Colt and Browning. They came with cunning, demonic deceit, Breathed thunder and held the lightning volt; They came to enslave, exploit and defeat, Raising the Bible, flag, Gatling and Colt! They had not physical dimensions To insure an offensive war be won, Not righteousness, smarts or heroic intentions Until the rapid-firing Maxim gun! In the Matabele War, it butchered blacks, Murdered millions in Chinese Shanghai; The battle of Omdurman, their vile attacks Was a holocaust where nine million would die. Caucasians rule Afro-Asians with ease, Controlling minds and lands, they have their fun; They conquered with bullets and disease, And the cowardly, rapid-fire, long range gun! Oh, stop making touch-downs, holes-in-one! No more dunks! Letâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s make ourselves a gun! His symbolic phallic symbol of sterile worth; It brings death upon the world, instead of birth!

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HITTITES The Arab Muslim and Zionist Jew, Both lay claims to ancient African lands; There’s no atrocity either won’t do To satisfy religious-based demands. Despite differences, the wealthy ones meet, Their greedy appetites excited; But never at the table is there a seat For the black man, who’s never invited, Except to kneel, serve, bow or entertain, The black woman, their whore for carnal delight, Suffering poverty, undeserved pain, They’ve lost the will to be free or fight. He’s the master builder, his heritage taken, Attacked by robbers, his eyes swollen; They say he’s cursed, but they’re mistaken, His lands, legacy, slandered, lost and stolen. The black man civilized the globe Though his story is hidden and neglected; Easily proven through a simple probe, That he is the stone the builders rejected!

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THE WILD ONES The wild ones fight hard to be free! They fight and claw the bars of their cage, They show their captors their ferocious rage, Never jumping through whoops, begging on stage! The wild ones fight hard to be free! They don’t hesitate to attack or kill A predator who seeks to tame their will, And make them slave to debt and tax bill! The wild ones give their lives to be free! Only the wild ones fight hard to be free Never exchanging for jobs their dignity, Or surrendering their minds to TV, Never for the deceits of democracy! The wild ones always fight hard to be free. The wildest refuse to be dominated; Orders from others aren’t tolerated; They’ll die before being domesticated! The wild ones fight hard to be free! It is their offspring who bow to one knee Never having known the joy of being free, They surrender to servitude’s misery; Fearful to fight, thinking themselves free! The wild ones envision no other destiny!

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SUPPRESSION Do they believe the horror visited upon black Africans Shall not be visited upon them? Upon the Aztec, the Maya and the Inca, Upon the Australians, Melanesians, the Samoans and Fijians? Do they believe their families shall not be broken, Their homes taken, and their lands confiscated? They do not understand the karmic winds of justice. Do they not know that as they thought themselves superior, Others think themselves superior to them? Have they forgotten that pale-skinned peoples Wept on the auction block with blacks, Were chained like dogs, lashed like animals, And were paid no wages? Do they not remember dragging from the fields At dusk and being shackled in barns â&#x20AC;&#x2DC;til dawn? Oh! how wonderful is amnesia in the victims of slavery For the tyrants to prolong their monarchies of misery! The atrocities inflicted upon the black Australians, The beheadings in Indo-China and Africa, The kidnapping and raping of children Shall be avenged. None escape the justice of the God.

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JEWS “As far back as 1938, the American Anthroplogical Association, at its annual conference in New York, condemned Aryanism as a fallacy and stated that both “Aryan” and “Semitic” were “linguistic” terms without any racial significance.” “…there is no Jewish or Semitic race.” The Zionist Connection, p. 214 The Jews have won – there’s no way to stop it! A cave holds Esa*, and Jews shall have profit. They control the media and all the banks, They control academics and military tanks; They use politicians, who all seek gain, And send them out begging with a cup on a chain. Money is their god, deceit is their hobby; They maintain the most powerful Washington lobby. Never stopped worshipping the golden calfPeople slave for wages and Jews take half! They own Wall Street and the Federal ReserveThey exploit and oppress, but never serve! “The synagogue of Satan!” Words so prophetic! We love righteousness – We’re not anti-semitic! We love Hamites, Arabs, non-zionists Jews, Who don’t charge usury, or distort the news. Christians may be many, Muslims maybe more; Jews control them all, for greed keeps goyim* poor. *Esa is the Hebrew name of the African prophet the Greeks call “Jesus.” *goyim- derogatory term for one who is not a Jew

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POLITICALLY INCORRECT Unpleasant realities shouldnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t be mentioned Although necessary and well intentioned; Offensive customs and habits deplored With kick-backs, lying, politely ignored. Avoid subjects causing hostility and disgrace Like imperialism, Zionism, and race! Speak of movies, sports or celebrity vines, Pomp and glitter for infant minds! Dismiss talk of subliminal persuasion, Racist, capitalist European invasions. Though Freedomâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s foundations and justice are shaken, Sing a lullaby of dreams, less the children awaken.

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OBLIVIOUS Speak not of protest and revolution, No civil disobedience and strife; We must vote, and isn’t Love the solution? Let’s have fun, watch TV! Enjoy this life! So what if there’s war and inflation, Beyonce’s amazing new song is out! Don’t care about the new legislationWho cares what politics is about? Wear expensive celebrity fashions, Whether fake or real, hairstyles must look good! Liberate all restraints and passions; Seek the hot, illusive hopes of Hollywood! “Amerikkan idol,” a “Survivor” supremeReality follows art when the nightmare’s a dream!

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TOO KIND? I’d like to be more selfish and heartless. Though I try with diligence, I can’t. I can’t tear down a spider’s web, I can’t step on an ant. I’d like to be deceitful and cunning, To profit from a fools’ failure and disgrace, To send Honesty in shame a-running, But I wear my feelings on my face. I’d like to be a magnificent liar, And transform happiness into the blues, With licenses of truth to never expire Like they have on television news. I want to say the heavens are clear and blue, Though there are dark storm clouds across the sky; I want to tell people the words are true While knowing they’re a pale-faced lie! I’d like to be horrors that never ebb, Be invasions and wars that rage and rant; But I’m too kind to tear down a spider’s web, Too conscious to step on an ant.

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CONQUEST Elite white Caucasians are a vile breed, The stench of rot and staleness. Inspired to conquer by narcissist need To preserve their freakish paleness; To subjugate those seeming most content Whose lives seem more serene, but duller; By their white wrathful god they’ve been sent To curse and Christianize the man of color. Mongolians glow like gold in the sun Spurring Goths to their racist, hostile duty; Among peoples of color, whites are the ones Possessing the least desired skin for beauty. Military might, the marketing of white Slick Hollywood’s movies changes one’s vision; Hot combs straighten hair, bleach makes skin light, And the scalpel makes a sublime incision. Through conflict and conquest whites have conspired To make the ugliest race the most globally desired!

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PRINCIPLES (FOR WHISTLE BLOWERS) There’s no sense denying Continued governmental lying Claiming to be trying To establish world peace. The whole Third World is grieving The White House is deceiving And Americans believing The tyrant’s toxic lies. The Panama invasion was ignored The Iraqi assault was deplored Waco and Ruby Ridge adored ‘Neath the rising police state! Without a word of candor Libya is libeled with slander By the media military commander What can be ever as grander Than robbing a sovereign state? The unemployed begin to loiter, Washington’s opened up the border There is a new world order Writing law upon the slate. Politicians are too undeserving For Americans to be serving With Freedom’s red wagon swerving Into a deep dark deficit ditch! If people don’t seek to solve If people don’t get involved Their spirits will never evolve With wings to make them free With eyes to make them see To be, or not to be…

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THE PEN IS MIGHTIER Use your pen as a weapon Against powerâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s arrogant swagger To defend the poor it steps upon, As freedom fighters use a dagger! The pen can be surgeon in the hand And can bisect Cowardice from the Will It can be therapy to help understand Or a scalpel if developed to a skill. Use it to move invincible mountains, Use it to nourish and grow prayerful trees Use it to erect temples and fountains To inoculate against white disease Scribble a new reality Wave it like a magic wand Show that Truth needs no legality In this world and beyond.

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BLACK RAM While grazing in green grass one sunny day Under a clear, bright cloudless sky of blue, Two large sheep were eating and chatting away, A large black ram and smaller white ewe. The ewe wore a shiny crucifix And said, “you might think that I’m deranged, But I spoke with the wolf, he’s stopped his tricks And he told me to tell you he’s changed.” The black ram slowly smiled, thought, and said, “The wolf’s message sounds sincere and so sweet, But dear ewe, wolves to not dine on breadWolves feast upon warm blood and meat.” “With sheep being the only meat around And my big horns holding his pack at bay, He’s changing his bark to a more passive sound, Hoping we’ll put our defenses away.” She said, “oh no, dear Ram, this can’t be true And it shortly shall surely come to pass, For I spied the wolf in the morning dew On the mountainside eating green wet grass!” “You may go to the wolves to desegregate But I’m suspicious and filled with shock! Your faith in the wolf may soon disintegrate; I shall remain here and protect the flock!”

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COLONIALISM Black land still scarred with military tracks, The pale moon of hope swelled and dropped, Burdens of oppression on captured backsColonialism has never stopped. After splashing waves of blood upon earth, Freedom, love and respect are pretended; While colored skin still deemed cursed from birth! White supremacy is still defended. Entrenched in mind, wove into the spirit, Mental submission shackles Wills to decay. Is it from God, or Fate, that they fear it? White racism has never gone away! Dreams of liberation softly expressed To diversions and apathy descendedUnpleasant realities neatly suppressedColonialism has never ended! Atrocities and crimes were admitted, Jobs given, some freedom fighters released; Bankers and corporations acquitted, Colonialism never ceased. Mis-educated, life shackled to work, The depth of bondage not comprehended; Short vacation, an occasional perk! No! Colonialism has never ended!

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PROSTITUTION To keep Freedom, what price would man consider? What precious principles would he prosecute When Justice is sold to the highest bidder, And Law performs like a cheap prostitute? If to be governed is to be enslaved, And if ignorance surrounds the masses, What chosen few are blessed to be saved When above the white death angel passes? Who raped Justice on a New York City block; Who, the capitalist traitor that took her? What money-changers traded a worthless stock, And made Freedom a fifty-cent hooker? Madison Avenue casts hypnotic spells While Wailing Wall Street seduces Congress; To highest corporate lobby, Washington sells, And the Pentagon sodomizes all progress. By equating might and wealth as wings to lift, Is power to buy anyone the greatest gift?

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THEY SAY OSAMA BIN LADEN They say Osama bin Laden is dead Will his corpse be put on display, To be shown naked and bloody red Like our fallen Brother Che? Or are people just to trust their word Whose truthfulness is most shoddy; Is it what was seen or what was heard? Will people see the body? Are people to believe them Without factual essentials? Should people blindly trust them Who’ve displayed questionable credentials? They say Osama bin Laden is dead Will the War on Terror be shifted To U.S. citizens so filled with dread That the Patriot Act hasn’t been lifted? They say Osama bin Laden is dead! Why wasn’t there a trial For the allegations against Osama? Is this an example of American style Made official by Puppet Obama? Assuming guilt prior to trial Does not appear judicial! The news stinks with deception and guile And the puppet president makes it official! They say Osama bin Laden is dead! The White House dances in the blood ablution; The news is good only if the Fed Restores the Constitution! The news is great if it ends the police state And restores the Constitution! If it is so, let the innocents go Held unjustly in Guantanamo!

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THE DIRECTORS Drama in the White House – no promises kept; There seems to be covert orchestration Of each slow, imponderable step That baffles and bankrupts the nation. Each complex trifle made substantial To manufacture audience demand, And fears of all things financial Come from unseen Wall Street hands That dominate and dictate the volume of sounds, That choose, control, edit all factors, That decide the appearance, make-up of clowns, And the entrance and exit of upcoming actors. A president becomes “commander in chief” And proclaims himself the world’s protector; He knows his demoncratic role is brief, For it is led by Hollywood directors! Government is run in secret seclusion By those who create Freedom’s illusion!

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TIRED I’m tired Like a butcher’s busy bloody knife Tired like a fugitive running all his life Tired like a mule that’s plowed a sixty acre field Tired like a blown-out tire on a rusty broken wheel Tired as a chain-gang prisoner sweat-soaked in an evil sun Tired of rules, tired of laws, and just too tired to run. Tired of wishing that someday someone will love me Tired of praying for salvation up above me. I’m tired My spirit weary, my labor overtaxed Between each breath and heartbeat, never relaxed Too tired to be angry, too tired to frown Too tired to hold my body up, too tired to lay it down Tired as a tortured soldier in the Negro League My bedraggled body bullet-ridden with fatigue Tired of the aches and pains of my rheumatism Tired of wanting justice, and getting white racism Tired of praying and marching ‘til my knees and feet are bare Tired of slaving every day, never getting nowhere! Tired! Tired! Tired!

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OSAMA According to instructions given to Obama Based on circumstances and twisted information U.S. assassins could’ve murdered Osama In any hostile Islamic nation. He may have been shot in Iraq with harems of women He could’ve died in Deutschland along the Berlin Wall He could’ve been slaughtered in Yemen, Or in Texas meeting with Ron Paul. He could’ve been in Bolivia chewing cocoa leaves Relaxing at Carlise Group’s expense, Or in Somalia with a band of thieves, Or even in Venezuela plotting his defense. U.S. covert missions tacky and shoddy, With Goebbelish lies so few understand, Why they show no pictures, destroyed “the body,” And no one saw Osama in Pakistan! It has been stated and shown trueMisinformation claims Osama died 2002!

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THE FEW and THE MANY Fighting Need and neighbor The masses do hard labor Bankers do legal robbery The people in mass poverty Politicians take a bribe Donkeys and elephants connive Acquiring wealth their hobby Taking donations from the Israeli lobby Politicians have a-plenty As the Few exploit the Many. Zionists covertly rule Using judges as a tool No justice in the courts More on the field of sports Is there hypocrisy In representative democracy? Is there salvation For a war-mongering nation? Workers all a-fearing Jobs are disappearing Rising up vulgar and crude The specter of voluntary servitude A dollar is equal to a penny The Few always control the Many.

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CHANGES Turn off television, close the fridge, No more MOVE murders, Waco or Ruby Ridge! Every aristocrat on whom we’ve waited Their lands and wealth must be confiscated And distributed to the workers, homeless and poor And extinguish each privilege they adore. Every monarch and family who our labor looted, Must be tried, imprisoned, and executed! Every politician who has served, Each campaign donation and vote must be observed, Each campaign promise broken considered a crime, If not fulfilled, they shall do prison time! No longer shall they be above people suspended, Their pensions and privileges shall be ended. Every Constitutional Amendment must be burned, Every inequality must be spurned, The Federal Reserve Act overturned! All bankers will be incarcerated, No usury or taxation tolerated. No citizen again shall ever be harmed, Policemen, National Guard, will be disarmed. Prisons shut down, open the jail door To be filled with the rich, not with the poor. Judges won’t decide with impunityThey’ll no longer have absolute immunity! Diligent citizens won’t hesitate To lock up judges who attempt to legislate. Health care and education will be free, No foreign intervention, no support for Israelis. Wall Street will be burned to the ground; Network news taken over and shut down! Turn off television, close the fridge, No more MOVE murders, Waco, Ruby Ridge!

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TRUTH Truth is a two-edged sword cutting both ways A solar flame lighting darkened skies. Words to awaken, uplift, and amaze, What Truth doesn’t burn, it purifies. Some reject discourse, tremble in fear Some stubbornly fight with snakes they find. When Truth brings logic they don’t want to hear They’re willfully ignorant - spiritually blind! They argue for comfort and satisfaction, And surrender independence and control. Robbed and cheated with each transaction, They worship the Flesh and ignore the Soul. Trample on the salt that’s lost its savor! Who are they that believe the Flesh is divine? New wine in old bottles corrupts flavor, Government education dulls the mind. One cannot digest with a single tooth, Nor understand without knowing the sign; Eyes don’t see clearly without knowing Truth! Just willfully ignorant and spiritually blind!

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NEW FREEDOM RIDERS Let’s circle up the wagons, We have no fear of dragons Whether they be Federal or State. We’ve always been outsiders, We’ll again be Freedom Riders Because we know that Justice cannot wait. We endured Birmingham Lived through Viet Nam And suffered all the venom and the hate From the Georgia peaches To the Florida beaches To the cotton of the Magnolia State. Through Selma’s violent scenes, To segregation of New Orleans, To whites who helped, we give our thanks; But now we together sufferFreedom rides will be tougher; We must ride upon the scheming banks! We rode in Arkansas With no protection from the law; Beaten, but we never lost our nerve; We have no freedom yet For they’ve shackled us with debt! Now we’re marching on the Federal Reserve! As the racists were insensible, The Fed thinks it’s invincible, Disallowing poor people to work or to save; And as ignorance subsides, We begin our Freedom ridesAmericans shall never again be slaves!

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To the Federal Reserve and beyond, From Wall Street to the Pentagon, We’ll ride our buses, march and demonstrate; Though racism isn’t dead yet, Globalizing is a greater threat, And we know that Justice cannot wait! Let them call out the military, We shall not be shy or scary, For not to act is a thousand years of woe. We have organized And our eyes are on the prize! We’ll be free or off to Heaven we go! Let’s get aboard the buses, No matter what the media discusses We must take control of our fate Though they call us terrorists, We will be pacifists, And end economic oppression by the State! Let’s circle up the wagons, We have no fear of dragons, Whether they are Federal or State. We’ve always been under-paid, With Justice and Freedom delayed Now we know that Justice will not wait!

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HITLER Hitler wasn’t hated for his treachery Nor for his white Aryan one-world views; Neither for the libelous debauchery That he murdered six million Jews. (Unlike Africans cast to slavery, Money-changers a banking empire built, Conquering through financial slavery! Oh no! The rich Jews were not free of guilt!) He’s not despised for ill-mannered slights,* Or for his swift military attacks; He is abhorred because he did to whites What customarily was done to Blacks. Had he only slaughtered Blacks and Asians, He’d be regarded as well as Nero; Had he not waged war among Caucasians, Like King Leopold, he’d be a hero! He’s not loathed for his propaganda, Nor for his sick pathological mind; Not detested for his Mein Kampf memoranda, But he is scorned for killing his kind. Still many worship and follow in his tracks, Believing his objectives just and right, Declaring the horrors afflicted on Blacks Should never be visited on the whites! *Hitler refused to shake Cornelius Johnson’s hand, an African American athlete, at the Berlin Olympics in 1936; not Jesse Owens’ hand as erroneously reported.

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AMERICAN DREAM Those once considered middle class, now so poor, Fallen deep down an economic shaft; Their global employers moved offshore, Their children must volunteer for the draft. There are no paying jobs, there is no work, Though the markets do have reliable maps; As prices rise higher, the bankers smirk, And the fiat dollar is near collapse. Begging for crumbs from the rich man’s table, Naïve workers stand jobless, homeless, bloodied; The poor will do anything for work, if able; Graduates now wish they would have studied. Teachers are realizing that they should’ve taught Those doctrines of freedom and protest; Soldiers realizing they should not have fought From fear of being put under arrest. There is no freedom and justice for all, There is no separation of powers; The Statue of Slavery kneels so tall As the sweet milk of liberty sours. Sedated with drugs, alcohol and fear, Violence and sex emerge from the stress; That Courts, Big Business, have conspired is clear, To enslave the people to the IRS. The homeless huddle in deficit snow, Conspirators warm by a roguish fire. They both cheer a president they all know Is an honorable, respectable liar.

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SPENDING AND FREE? Grim architects say a global village Is what they wish to build, but engage In rabid raids and Nazi-like pillage As they weld an international cage To contain workers they see as livestock; To confine the poor as inferior pets; To house, to feed and sell on the blockMisled with lies, chained with heavy debt, Too simple to recall past deceptions, Too devoid of reason to solve their plight, Too childish to hold recollections Of causes to resist, to stand up and fight, The people stagger, fall, unable to be Ignorant consumers, and also free!

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PETS A parrot as pet may be quite dear A black dog can roll over and play dead; Parrots can repeat whatever they hear, And be content with a cracker, or bread. A black dog may fetch or it may retrieve, But a ring-tailed monkey’s much kinder; The monkey will work and hardly grieve While collecting coins for the organ grinder. A monkey will work and never speak, While a parrot repeats what it’s told; A presidential parrot is a freakPlaying the democratic dog is his role. Cats are the wisest, for control they disdain, And parrots sometimes fly when it seems fit, In misery parrot’s squawk and complain, And cats will sometimes show amazing wit. And people are like dogs that beg and lick, Though having nothing they bark, boast and brag; For biscuits they’ll roll over, do a trick; When hit and kicked, their tails will wag. People are pit bulls that fight eat other; Why they are fighting, they haven’t a clue; Like dogs chasing cars they soon discover When they catch the car, they don’t know what to do!

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SPREADING DEMOCRACY When the star spangled bannerâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s played, I fart, On an unfurled Old Glory, I piss; I never salute, or place my hand on the heart, I defiantly raise a black clenched fist! Any government that makes man illegal An offspring of Elite European culture, And proclaims its national bird the eagle When it should have chosen the vulture, Is predatory, oligarchic, mundane! Whosoever has knowingly consented Is not only criminally insane, But also hopelessly, helplessly demented, And a sado-masochistic slave to pain!

Violence I vomited green undigested fabrications Upon the monastic feudalistic pews of Christian hypocrisy Sang to pop-eyed gold fish in the sweet toilets of injustice The violence of the factory Sucking the hours of life of primeval blood Clubbing striking breaking the lobotomized skulls Of peonic paupers who love too much, too deeply Sing too much, play, drink and smoke too much The violence of one will over another Torturing aborted minds with mummified corpses of pale skinned vampiristic conquerors infiltrated with the filth of the bourgeois povertyâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s innocent wretched smile painted on the faded sheepskin of worthless diplomas Violence Take it and shape A colorful voodoo doll of freedom and liberty.

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THIS LIFE This life! Like a faucet built to leak, it drips Slowly to an unpredictable finish; Like tongues that canâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t speak, for the lips Spit lies from its dull blade that shall replenish This dream wherein Iâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;m chased, stalked, hunted, Through forest, field, through darkness and dim light; Orphaned, unwanted, my growth gravely stunted, Confused over merits of wrong and right. This life! A poor existence in shackles! Stronger than visible chains we feel and dread! Exploited, controlled by zionist jackals, With numbers scribbled on our hands and head! This life! Wretched and cold beyond words, Uninhabitable for Truth and Love, A net for greedy fish, a trap for careless birds, A trick from below, a curse from above! This Life!

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WESTERN WINDS Dusty clouds stampede across mountaintops, Bubbling vapors threaten the valleyâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s fruit, Flash floods swallow the rich ripening crops White clouds of sunshine follow in hot pursuit. Lightning flashes â&#x20AC;&#x2DC;cross the majestic range, Through windy storms, only mountains will stay. Foreign smog blocks sunlight, bringing change; Customs, traditions shall be washed away. Kimchi exchanged for greasy foreign food Europe the place for the mind to travel Respect for age and modesty turn rude The mother tongue lost to British babble. A dark tiger stalks on the soggy ground, The black bear growls beneath the gingko tree; With ears wide shut, they hear no sound Or see, from Busan to the DMZ! Dark clouds bring rain to wash the dusty day; White winds bring flames to burn culture away.

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THE MONSTER Oppressed by images lost in the brain Suppressed by sly subliminal sounds Reinforced with a daily melodic refrain Sang by a chorus of laughing clowns, The nostalgia of slave ships, murder, rape, The mystery of how this fate was cast, Recurring nightmares of torture and escapeThe denial of horrors of the past, Obsessed with European beauty, Possessed with black Africaâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s wild strain, Amnesia obscures the natural duty, And each thought is punctuated with pain. Insomnia shares each long, steamy night, Pernicious headaches, sweaty palms persist; Ghostly injustices haunt and blur sight And promote heinous acts we canâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t resist. Paranoid delusions, bed full of snakes, A life of perpetual disaster, Forgotten victories, haunting mistakesThis monster must find and slay its master!

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WHY HAVE YOU COME? Why have you come to me Smiling a shameless, yellow-toothed smile Slithering sideways like a serpent, Sideways like a blue-shell crab, Grinning a deceitful possum smile? Why have you come Smiling as you clasp my hand tightly like a Judas Snickering? Have you come seeking weakness? Have you come bringing destruction? Simpering your shameless, yellow-toothed smile Grinning your deceitful possum smile With a warm smile on your crooked face And a cold dagger in your diseased heart?

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FOR A NOBLE SISTER Born in a country wild and sinister, Born from the red matriarchal marrow, Child of an Episcopalian minister Riding red horse with bow and burning arrow. Born in a world where few have massive wealth, Where the Few dictate the heavens to come, Where the Many suffer want and ill health; Slaving on jobs happily – blind, deaf, dumb! She became a divine, daring deviant, Of government, she was ever wary, Her peace ignored, she turned militant, And became a great revolutionary. Fighting capitalism, racism And oppressive, medieval U.S. laws, Fighting imperialism and sexism She gave her dream for the people’s cause. Her name, a flower forbidden to pluck, Near Sojourner, Tubman – Marilyn Buck!

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FOR MARILYN BUCK Incomprehensible it was For her to share an ornate pink canopied bed Lined with the foul satin opulence of privilege For her to share a sweaty, gentile queen-sized cot Of legalized exploited cleverly concealed melaninated servitude Of existence It was inconceivable For this Texan raised on prime beef And Episcopalian wine-marinated lamb chops To endure tolerate coexist with accept The irrational insanity of racist-sexist-capitalist tradition And she shed the prison of femininity And she discarded the robes of supremacy of The fallacy of The tyranny of Whiteness The hypocrisy of Whiteness To become an angel with a burning sword To become the rider on the red steed with the bow To become a heroine of the revolution of the people.

Flight from Libya, journalist Lizzie Phelan and Talitha van Zon

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A GREEK TRAGEDY Mediterranean winds are warm and fresh, Temples of Greece are shaken with regret, For greedy bankers desire pounds of flesh, And centuries of cheap labor for their debt. The IMF, the world’s financial source, Hold’s Cicero’s fiddle to be played, And their loan is but a Trojan horse, For Shylock demands high interest is paid! The Gorgons don a Greek mask of sorrow And their kind generosity exalt; The wise soothsayer cries not to borrowIt’s better for the nation to default! Better for the nation to default! Greece will be financially terrorized, As people fall from chieftain to chattel; The nation’s labor, all privatizedLest Hercules herd the Wall Street cattle! The Greek curtain arises without applause, The roaring auditorium is full; They pray Hercules would fight for the cause, And slaughter the banking Cretan bull.

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AGBERE Among many mosques, temples and church steeples Along crowded streets that diverge and part There walk and ride multitudes of peoples Some blind, some corrupt, some noble of heart. Agidi loves the dark Agbere Whose affections are forever spurned, Agidi adores the black Agbere Though his deep love is never returned. Agidi with the wide strong shoulders, With the brave heart and head held to the sky, He has strength to lift heavy boulders, But so poor with no money to buy. Agbere moves men like a quiet wind Causing lusty hearts to cringe and sigh; But they are silent with no money to spend For they know how Agbere loves to buy.

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AKOKO KA LI ODUN In summer I wish for a cohiba Beneath warm winds where white seagulls glide; My troubles softly singing, “aloha,” In the soft sands and splashing tide. In autumn let me sow dreams of tomorrow, Plant my fertile seed and bury my bone, For after joy, there always comes sorrow, And I may be in this world all alone. In winter when the brown leaves are falling, A warm cup of memories of times gone by, And a kerchief, perchance I’m recalling The injustices that don’t seem to die. In spring I want a long robust cigar To relax me with its aromatic charm, To forget I was taught I was a nigga, With a gentle woman asleep on my arm.

THE REPUBLIC With conscience in the conqueror’s purse, Upon the poison breasts of swine daily to nurse What power or wealth can quench a thirst Allergic to the waters of love? The heart of the rich, a graveyard of wrecks, Demonic democracies, all obscene, May the masses place thick ropes about their necks, Their heads beneath a dull guillotine!

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WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION When Europeans first met Africans, Their naïve impressions greatly varied. What shocked them most in those tropical lands Were the weapons black Africans carried. Some carried thick logs only seen in dreams; Some carried hoses to quench a raging thirst; Some had long spears to reach subterranean streams, While some had power to make a dry well burst. “Why such artillery should be needed,” They wondered, “by a mere poor sheep herder;” “Surely,” they thought, “if this race succeeded, Such weapons might be used for murder! If they aren’t taxed, kept under control, They’ll multiply as fast as Claude Shannon;* And our offspring be mulattoes, black as coal! We must take his pistols, castrate his cannons!” And today they stand unarmed, neutered, When a people need such arms to survive; In abortion, nonviolence, well tutored, And know not to what dream they should strive. That crawling king snake is hidden, The seventh son is not on the loose; For that double-barrel shotgun is forbidden, And Sweet Mary just can’t reproduce. One may conclude from simple deduction; Genitals are weapons of mass destruction! * Claude Elwood Shannon (April 30, 1916 – February 24, 2001) was an American mathematician, electronic engineer, and cryptographer known as "the father of information theory." The line refers to his mathematical skill.[

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CONGRATULATIONS “Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas.” Hats off to the discreet thirteen families! A grand toast to the Elite we amuse! Those architects of war’s calamities Who bridle the truth and the news. Our cold compliments of the season! For you controlled with debt, compass, and square; Despite committing murder and treason, Most people didn’t believe you were there. You bought corrupt priests and politicians, Though beyond wealth, you never relaxed; You maneuvered and herded the conditions ‘Til folk were penniless and heavily taxed. Congratulations for a job well done! For the covert use of the human tool; Though most heartless and violent, you won, And accomplished your quest of global rule. Felicitations for immense fortunes made, For bankrupt nations, foreclosures erected, For manipulating prices, Wall Street and trade, For spineless dogs you cunningly elected. Compliments international banksters! Your one world government is now alive! You regulated countries like gangsters And we struggle that you won’t long survive!

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HYPOCRISY A parasite poses as a politician Promising a paradise archetypal; A murderer masquerades as physican; A deceiver disguised as disciple; A cadaver camouflaged as a cherub of light; A dunce deluding not to be dumb; A malicious mistake impersonating right; A soiled spinster awaiting her prince to come. A bright flag alleging freedom’s blessed, Adorned with conquered, corrupted stars, While workers and women forever oppressed And jailed behind thirteen red and white bars. Pastors pretend to be pious and straight, Congregations collude and conspire as well; The priest never neglects to pass the plate, Or remind sinners of the holocaust of hell. The blind pretend to see; deaf act like they hear, The insolent and rude fake love and respect; The crude coward covers his infantile fear, And cold-blooded police pretend to protect. “Cast down your bucket,” the Tuskegee man said, The Seventh Seal was opened – not the eighth, By rich man’s crumbs, Lazarus won’t be fed; The woman touching Truth was saved by faith.

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SAN FRANCISCO In San Francisco they shot him down Such young, innocent blood to spill; Ten shots to the back and he went down Slaughtered like Emitt Till. Shot down like a veteran of Viet Nam Returned from imperialist fighting; Gunned down as though in Birmingham Marching for human righting! Shot dead, less his black seed increase! Shot dead before becoming alive! Shot dead by mercenary police! Dead before the medics arrived! The shooting, surreal, subliminal, A drama five hundred years tall; The papers called him a criminal, But then, arenâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t they all? The colored, foreigner, the poor, poor whites, All unjustly convicted in advance â&#x20AC;&#x201C; By the old Elite, unseen, out of sight, Guilty of ignorance and no finance. Are they numb to capitalist slaughters? Passively sleeping through the murderous mood, As they kill husbands, sons and daughters? The familiar massacre of the poor multitude!

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FREEDOM Freedom’s not singing anthems at ball games; With hand over the heart, so out of breath; Freedom’s not recalling patriots’ names, “Give me liberty, or give me death!” Freedom’s not reciting an old Pilgrim’s quote; Freedom isn’t surrendering one’s voice To strangers for a powerless vote! Freedom’s not restricted to a two party choice; And it isn’t believing a televised rumor, Not calling police on your poor neighbor; Not being a poor, brainwashed consumer, Or paying taxes on one’s sacred labor. Freedom is not watching T.V. reality shows, Imitating dumb rock and hip hop stars; Freedom’s not wearing costly designer clothes, Nor supporting illegal, racist wars! Freedom is swimming against the massive tide That runs to seas of conformity and fear; It’s facing disagreement, never to hide The heart’s unique rhythm one must hold dear! Freedom demands courage to embrace the Self, To ignore calls to which others submitted; Though one’s views be discarded on some shelf, In Freedom’s court, we shall be acquitted. Freedom is questioning power, asking why Aren’t health care, land, education free! And freedom is having the wisdom to defy Government and demand an end to tyranny! Freedom’s cleanly stripping the rich man’s bone; Making government leave the people alone.

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THE RICH LION The rich are killing off the poor, Like lions kill off zebra and gazelle; Their prey suppress this fact, and ignore The constant danger in which they dwell. The prey seeks delusions grazing and talking, For there is no place of safety to hide; Rich lions know, and continue stalking, And rant and roar in their festive genocide. Putting toxins in water; poisons in food, For the wealthy have no judge or proctor, The meek mull in a melancholy mood And seek assistance from the lion doctor. The lion doctor, with fangs and sharp claws, Attacks with the wild dogâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s bark, the hyenaâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s yelp; Poor people are victims of jungle laws, To be eaten by those from whom they seek help!

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I AM A CHRISTIAN I am a Christian I save the souls of the pagan horde With the Word - or with sword Denounce Satan and love the Lord I am a Christian The Bible is true without distortion My faith is blind without caution Creationism and abortion I am a Christian Sunday morn and I’m confessing Be good, be bad, I’m always guessing Oh lord, ain’t Jesus Christ a blessing I am a Christian I am immune to atheist attacks I have faith and need no facts I just follow my savior’s tracks I am a Christian I can quote the Bible well Can break the devil’s evil spell They don’t believe – they go to hell I am a Christian Don’t spoil, either spare the rod The priest prays with wink and nod I pray through Jesus, not to God I am a Christian With Bible and Cross I commence To teach the heathen Christian sense Winning with love - or violence I am a Christian I hate reason and communism (We can’t have another schism!) One lord one faith one baptism I am a Christian Unmoved by racist oppression

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Sunday I can give expression That Jesus is in my sole possession I am a Christian Send me to kill and I obey I serve the State in every way Close my mind, kneel and pray I am a Christian Marching to end all tyranny Spreading European democracy Saving souls with slavery I am a Christian I drink wine and I eat swine I am not deaf, dumb and blind I believe money is divine I am a Christian Thank Jesus they forced faith on me Opened my eyes so I could see Washed off Africa, made so free Halleluiah! Iâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;m a Christian See how non-Christians behave Heathens to poverty enslaved Halleluiah! Thank God Iâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;m saved! I am a Christian.

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ILLUMINATI They’ve snatched white stars from black skies, Spangled them ‘cross their corrupt city; They’ve burned the sun with mythic lies So spring flowers are nourished with pity. They’ve taken the fish schools from green oceans, A quest of their corporate scheme and greed; They’ve clouded all reason with emotions, Genetically modified all seed. They’ve buried infant hearts deep beneath earth With radiant, ritual religious fires; They’ve made the manic moon at last give birth To selfish and unquenchable desires. They’ve transformed earthly vegetables and fruit; They’ve poisoned the water, the beef and pork, Reduced the scholar to a salaried brute, Programmed thought in London and New York. They’ve robbed the wealth of the people And frolic as peons starve in the streets; They laugh from their skyscrapers and steeples; In their hairy chest is no heart that beats. Economies contract while war expands; False prophets, puppets, stumble in the dark; Aquarius pours waters all over the lands! Who’s gathered animals and built an ark? Prostituting politicians play tricks Dancing to emperors of economics!

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ONE-EYED MONSTER The heavy one-eyed monster never sleeps; Its soothing voice and vision doesn’t decline; Through days, nights, and years, its post it keeps To capture and direct the questioning mind. It entertains, informs, sets the festive mood, It seduces and calms our dire disgust; It’s a loyal friend in idle solitude, It tells us what to buy and who to trust. Dreaded Cyclops of Greek mythology Now watches as much as it’s watched; Edward Bernays’* shrewd psychology Assures programming shall not be botched. However lonely, depressed, one might be, Turn off television and learn to see! *Sigmund Freud’s nephew who is considered the “father of public relations” used Freud’s theories of psychoanalysis to design public persuasion campaigns.

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BUILD YOUR PYRAMID Shake off those superstitious shackles, alas! That antebellum anguish of prison ships That warps the future, distorts a noble pastHatred of color, curly hair, big lips! The rank algae of stagnation carpets The idle seclusion of our dark mind, Choking roots of tomorrow with regrets And manic memories that leave us blind. A fiendish fungus feeds upon the brain While rotting reason, judgment misleads; A prisoner to passion and to pain, We seek the wet womb where misery breeds. That stifling vision of a slave’’s stockade, That bounds future on auction blocks of the past That clangs and rattles with every thought made! Questioning each sleep where dreams were cast. Wash away the dust of compassion’’s abuse, Dust off the destinies of historic defeats, Make yesterday a tool for future use, Make that bitter bile a flower of sweets. Break the bond of inferiority’’s failure-infested yoke; Be the root of the tree, not of the grass; Set pessimism afire ‘til it rises like smoke, Build your pyramid on the rock of your past!

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THAT’S JUST THE WAY I AM Know how I feel from how I dress I wake up fine or filled with stress I’m neat and clean or a shoddy mess That’s just who I am Know how I think from what I say In erratic winds my flag won’t sway I’ve studied the cycles and I don’t play That’s just who I am Credit, debt, interest and high finance Aren’t understood at a single glance Weak or strong – plant your feet and take a stance It speaks of who you are Speak of love I have not heart or ear I worship no ghosts that soon disappear Freedom and liberty I hold most dear That’s just who I am Want to span the universe come with me Want to spend at Macy’s leave me be Spending, following, doesn’t make one free That’s just who I am

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Bankers are bold, brazen enough to dare To print paper money out of thin air And promote spending until pockets are bare And slave masters become slaves. Bankerâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s vaults are swelled and enlarged On each loan high interest is charged Rising prices so the Ford is garaged And workers sleep in caves. Bloody robber barons of ancient times Have devised more complicated crimes Programming spending with holiday chimes While creating mass evictions. Diverting minds with dramas, sport and play Taxing labor, land, and taking them away, And the hypnotized masses held at bay Fat and full of fictions. Inflation quickly rising out of sight Poor blacks and whites still cannot unite Not knowing who to blame, who to fight They turn upon each other. Central banks now covertly reign Bankrupting nations, spreading their pain Plundering countries along Africaâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s plain Turning brother against brother.

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THINGS ARE SELDOM Sometime with passion we should be discreet, Less jackals and hyenas steal our find; Loveâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s wild nectar, universally sweet, Opens what was shut, makes sharp eyes blind Things are seldom what they actually seem, And dark days may be disguised sunny; Noble deeds of which newsmen scream Are quietly blemished by greed for money. Did Oswald shoot rich Kennedy alone, Did Rumsfeld with a sneer and frown, Reveal where disappeared monies had gone? Did two strange planes bring three buildings down? They say Europe ruled the seas, the waves, Fought and subdued all heathen strangers; Did Lincoln really seek to free the slaves, And did Booth work for the moneychangers? Can currency reproduce from paper? Corn and wheat can reproduce from their seed; Interest and debt are ghosts, a vapor, An illusion born from demonic greed. Things are seldom what they actually seem, And dark days may be portrayed as sunny; Desires for which people are made to dream Are created to rob their sense and money.

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WHOâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;S INNOCENT? Whoâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s innocent! Innocence does not indiscriminately inoculate From the multiplying malignant virus Of judicial injustice, from mad medieval executions Nor does lack of evidence, recanted testimonies, Failures to follow murky, moldy judicial procedures Or failures to provide a speedy trial When one is poor Innocence is no insurance against sadistic police brutality Against a poisoned police bullet in the back, Against being gamefully tasered, robbed, raped Against being incarcerated six months or twenty years Innocence provides no armor of assurance of acquittal Innocence provides no gospel guarantee of justice When jackal-headed judges un-benignly legislate the law With absolute absolute absolute Immunity from prosecution, execution or public review When the defendant is African When the defendant is Hispanic When the accused is poor and Caucasoid Innocence is not an overt option to be considered Innocence does not absolve one from the crime of apathy The hideous crime of complacent stupidity The arrogant sin of unconcern Aversions to political action Distaste toward social protest and civil disobedience Failure to protest Should be ought to be must be A capital offense! Whoâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s innocent! Innocence cares naught for ignorance Innocence cares nothing for poverty Innocence only gives a damn If one have no money!

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LIFE IS NOT FAIR Life is neither equal, just, or fair. One rarely receives more than one has striven. Lifeâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s not concerned with, nor does it care What one thinks she deserves, or should be given. Over disappointments, broken hearts, some cry, Fret and complain for mishaps Life has brought, Though many suffer agonies, some die, These whiners have not cursed fear and fought! Begging for mean jobs, fearing starvation, Hording insignificance, nothing to save; Their minds on an Alabama plantation, They think like a Mississippi slave! Seeking something for nothing, they boldly dare To expect help and love from Powers that be, Seeking to enter Paradise without prayer, We are born to struggle â&#x20AC;&#x201C; nothing is free! Those with power to give justice - fake it, And their foul tyranny shall never cease; If one wants justice, she must take it! Scream if no justice, there shall be no peace! Is there a heaven for those who evils avoided, For the giving and sharing they devoutly nursed? Some believe generosity goes unrewarded, And those who practice goodness are divinely cursed! Some merciless leaders have lost their heads; Some hapless pirates have walked short planks; Some dreamers have dreamt on concrete beds; For each labored breath, should one not give thanks?

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Behind each kind gift, heavy payments lurk, Deep sleepers are awakened with a jolt! Should not our lives be perpetual work, And always punctuated with revolt? The world is neither equal, just, or fair, People must rise from depths theyâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;ve been driven; Lifeâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s not concerned with, nor does it care What one thinks he deserves, or should be given.

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THEY CAST NO SHADOW What is ours we take tonight As ring of fire burning bright We stand behind the burning light And cast no shadows in the night. Words recited at Illumanati human sacrifice. Evil casts no shadow before the light; Not sunshine or flame shows it clearer. With brass face it crawls, inglorious and white, With no reflection before the mirror. Intellect and evil woven and wrapped, Bastardized reptile and flying beast, Cold demon within a human body trapped, Making naïve Trust and Love its bloody feast. It casts no shadows across evening news, No reflections on glass, on shiny school floors, No silhouette upon pulpits or church pews, Its presence invisible within bank doors. It’s infected every judicial bench, Molesting, feeding, under color of law, It casts no shadow, but a pungent stench Is left from its carnage of fang and claw. Look! Can you not see its lifeless, gray eyes? Can you not hear screams behind poverty’s door? Can you hear bombs of wars bursting the skies? Evil shall cast no telling shadow upon your floor.

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PATRIOTISM What’s your excuse for boldly enlisting? Patriotism? An enemy to kill? What reason have you for not resisting? Travel? Education? To learn a new skill? What made you accept what you sought to avoid? Did movies convince that war was thrilling? Was it because you feared being unemployed, Or do you relish thoughts of random killing? Did you go “to be all that you can be?” Were you taught that what you are isn’t enough? Were there puppet lands you wished to see? Or did you just want to be army tough!?! Because your father won a purple heart, Cause he thought for peace, war was necessary, Spread corporate greed, tore countries apart, And honored in Arlington Cemetery, Do you feel spreading racism ‘round the world In the guise of a democratic cause Justifies your love to see a flag unfurl As you slaughter international laws? Be ordered to kill all, kill and get caught, They command you to scorch the black earth! Blindly you thought it was for country you fought, As you reflect from Ft. Leavenworth. Do you believe you’re protecting America Fighting far in an Asian-African land? There’s a homeland political bacteria Terrorizing from Key West to Oregan.*

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PSYCHOLOGY OF WHITENESS Was it capitalism that spawned That hateful virus upon humanity? Or was it born before Europe dawned With its white supremacist insanity? Did it spring from white male immaturity And slip into her schizophrenic dress? Or was it maternal insecurity, Causing white males to kill girls, and oppress The nonwhite world with a vengeance and a joy? What prompted whites to launch global attacks, To use peace, love and brotherhood as ploys, To behead Asians, to coldly castrate Blacks? On every discipline light has been shined, But few have explored the dark white mind.

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You saved the hapless Germans from dark chambers of choking gas; You protected supplying soldiers along the Khyber Pass. You “helped” the Haitian people from the “threat” of Aristides; And you saved the cocaine addicts from Noriega’s greed. You “saved” the people of Korea with the mighty 7th Fleet, But you can’t help demonstrators beaten bloody on Wall Street! You “saved” civilians in Libya by bombing them to death; You “helped” the children of Yemen until they have no breath. You saved Bush and Cheney who spent no time and jail, And you declared the wealthy bankers were just too big to fail! Would save Chiquita bananas; God knows you’ll save Dole. Saving multinationals must be your only goal! But not one meager ounce of aid to citizens do you give; Soon we shall discover just who’s too small to live! You helped the Jews in Palestine keep Arabs in retreat, But you can’t protect peaceful citizens protesting on Wall Street!

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POWER Your steel-toed boot is on my neck, And regretfully I suspect That despite my cries, you don’t care, And I think you plan to keep it there. Your long-nailed fingers are in my purse And even though I scream and curse You take my pennies without heed To satisfy your fiendish greed. Your nightstick is bouncing off my head My blood, like yours, is thick and red May I ask what’s your pay To make you treat another person this way? Your sadistic act with me is strange What hypnosis made you change? You’re like a trooper from hell’s storm What caused you to transform? Was it the pay or the uniform? Ah, I believe we’ve slept far too long For now the conspirators are much, much too strong!

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THERE CAN BE NO LOVE There could be no love on the slave plantation, Save painful, passionate and helpless screams; Each feeble attempt found futile damnation As love became warped, distorted dreams. Their love might prosper when the master smiles, Then their afromance seems without bounds, When master suffers finance, and her debt piles, They might be sold, whipped, to appease her frowns. What love could there be on the plantation That survived the menace of disaster, When every husband’’s and wife’’s situation Bowed to the wicked will of the master? Can one sing of love while in servitude With minds shackled in subjugation? Is it Love, or a desperate sexual mood, Or just Love’’s pitiful imitation? Can Love’’s roots spread in slavery’’s soil, And in poverty’’s pain make its sweet bed, When lovers’ Fear in bare fields daily toil, When self-hatred and shame afflict the head? There can’’t be love today on the plantation! Sacrifice is slow, but selfishness faster! When reward, punishment and salvation All flow from the bloody whip of a master! There can be love if they both recognize With clarity, the horrors of their plight; And together decide from this hell they’ll rise, Burn down the white plantation house and fight! No love can there be in Georgia fields, No devotion and selfless sharing, When the black feature in no way appeals, And to master they’re ever comparing!

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DOGS IN THE STREET Openly, publicly, they satisfy themselves, Rabid in their appetites, like dirty dogs in the street, Bold and obscene in their naked copulations, Lewd and lascivious with their grunts and growls, Vicious with barks and bites to ride a bitch in heat. Reluctantly, sluggishly, still humping, As bright headlights interrupt their repulsive revelry, The political pack ebbs into shadowy bushes without disgust Followed by sniffing media mutts with tongues in the dust, Fulfilling their instinctual canine, legislative lust and bile; They always do it doggie-style! Proudly, arrogantly, poor pets prance in their polluted poverty, Pouting their lips, displaying expensive purchases They could ill afford and barely appreciate, Oblivious that the most precious merchandise is their labor, Labor that they prostitute cheaply, pleasurably, like whores On jobs bordering destitution, with pending pensions, Jobs promising restless, un-relaxing retirements, minus medical care, As they repeatedly whisper to themselves, “I am somebody going somewhere. I am somebody going somewhere.” Suppression of reality strikes a discordant squeak In the psychological “brandy of the damned,” And the dramatic symphony becomes a clucking, Squawking, inharmonious, dysfunctional shriek In the regurgitated knowledge that they have been scammed! Scammed to accept visions pathetic and crude, Mindlessly chained with indentured servitude.

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Bold, well-paid, fat, copulating, yelping dogs, Happily humping in congested streets, stopping traffic, While Washington weasels, the lords and masters of deceit, Growling, gnarling for kickbacks, lobbyists laughing loudly, While voyeuristically, displaying diseased genitalia swinging And sexing like beasts on American fascist streets. Openly, publicly, these durable, diarrheic dogs impregnate, Lick and lap between hairy legs of carnivorous timber wolves, Howling beneath moonless, treacherous nights of gluttony Like fat maggots licking filthy white bones of disintegration. The multicolored sheep, having been thoroughly shaved and sodomized, Dance the dumb ditty of debt upon depleted, barren pastures While the behemoths of Wall Street bribe bloodhounds and bay, And jackal-headed judgess, hyenas jostle with lions for skulls most vile, They love to do it doggie-style!

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ENEMY Now come enemies with sadistic needs, To torture with racist law and leather; To lash my flesh until it tears and bleeds! Another sinister storm I must weather! Having committed no criminal offense, Having made no moral social error; Evidence of my innocence is no defense To abate white imperialist terror! Now come priests with spurious Bible verses, Their faith financed with foul flags unfurled, Condemning nonwhites with ungodly curses, Excusing European sins upon the world. No recognition of black humanity, No recognition of past institutions; Whites equate black skin with their own insanity, And seek incarcerations and executions. Now come judges, predetermined verdicts signed; Blind obedient police with pistols drawn, Genocide is the method and dark design, The black king captured by a petty pawn. Monkey or man, theyâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;ve no rational clue; In naked darkness they conspire together To feed blacks poison, make them live in a zoo! But still, another white storm I must weather. Not a citizen his constitution states, Blacks have no rights that a white must respect, And the laws his government legislates Blacks should each and every one reject, The Eliteâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s stolen wealth his laws protect.

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STILL THE BLUES Terrorized by the white man all my life! On public streets, on corners where they lurk, In my small hut, in bed with my wife, His blonde hair, blue eyes hanging in my church! Exploited by the white man all my days, Convicted in the white supremacist court; The only evidence against me conveys, That my blackness makes me great prey and sport! Murders my brother in a mob attack! The white court says separate but equal, All mixing of the races, they reject; And in another apartheid sequel Says, blacks have no rights grays must respect! Been harassed by racism way too long, Stirring this desire for a murderous binge! For I am a Black, dignified and strong, Who also loves the bitter-sweet taste of revenge.

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FOLK TALES Frankenstein, in his megalomania, Created a grotesque and hideous beast; The grim doctor from Transylvania Made a slave; we’ll call it a monster, at least. His success deeply stroked his vanity, And he held the thing in a low condition, Projecting his growing insanity To the beast, which he gave no recognition. The beast only knew life through its dictator, Frankenstein was the law from the God above, The oppressed beast loved its cruel creator, And all it ever asked for was love. When the doctor approached, whip in hand, The black, hapless monster’s heart beat faster, With its psyche warped, it could still understand The condescending gaze of its brutal master. The priest, professor and politician All conspired to subjugate the doctor’s slave, Denying it humanity or recognition, Or that it even had a soul to be saved! King Kong was stolen from his kingdom in the East, Chained like a slave in the belly of a ship; They turned the Afro-Asian king into a beast For his dark skin, wide nose and thick, full lips. They despised, hated his primeval storm, Exploited, oppressed without reason or sense; Knowing and not knowing, acceptance transforms A noble savage into the people’s prince.

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BOHEMIAN GROVE Directing slaves from their ivory tower, Legality is the child of their power, The poor have fallen through the cracks Made by Lehman Brothers, Goldman Sachs. Poor whites with nonwhites must slave and serve Extortionists of the Federal Reserve While a multinational CEO relaxes, For he pays no corporate income taxes. People divided into warring tribes, The Courts controlled by threats and bribes. Injustices have boldly been committed, Cunning criminals always acquitted! Gaddafi gone the noble, martyred way Of Allende, Lumumba and Ernesto â&#x20AC;&#x153;Che,â&#x20AC;? Never to be forgotten or truly gone, Like Dr. Walter Rodney, or Franz Fanon. The natural freedoms for which they strove Are sad souvenirs of Bohemian Grove.

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SIMPLE FACTS This is no verse claiming superiority Because of the Black man’s pitiful state; Whites sedated us with inferiority, This verse makes no attempt to compensate. From where did Greeks learn their reasoning skill, And from whence did the Vedic wisdom blow? From where came the drums that rock brown Brazil, And adorn the eyes and skins of Mexico? The tint and hue of bare beauty’s crest Came not from savage Neanderthal brutes; Those pointing nipples that enhance the breasts Came not from the Angles, Saxons or Jutes. Dark, wavy hairs of Italy and Spain, Those full soft lips that beckon Love’s kiss; The wide curving hips with rhythmic refrains Evolved not from the Germans, Franks or Swiss. Upon whom has more hate and slander been hurled? The noble Black that civilized the world!

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RACIAL SUPREMACY Now, The poisonous hatred from your eyes drips As my dark color shows your paleness, so grotesque, As you peruse my deep brown eyes, full lips, And my god-like frame, strong and statuesque. Now, You design methods making me a possession, Imposing your will, forcing recognition; Control, murder, become your obsession, And deceit becomes your proud tradition. Domestic servitude for blacks is right, Blacks inherit criminal minds, for sure; Innate inferiority - their plight; You think him your slave; his woman your whore. You made the former claims not in blindness, Supported by your finest white scholars, From your bourgeois, devoid of all kindness, For conformity and the cold comfort of dollars. Now, now, The worldâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s majority suffers hunger, Crushed beneath your white superiority; The Blacks, Browns, Tans, can endure no longer The burden of color inferiority That whites have so cunningly decreed To satisfy their sick, exploitative greed!

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SCIENTIFIC RACISM Through science we shall end all buffonery; We have bisected the Caucasoid brain, And we’ve made a startling discovery That whites can endure high degrees of pain. Well-suited for military service, The dreaded idea of war seems thrilling; When awake, only truth makes them nervous, And they savor the sick thought of killing. From analyzing blood and the white brain’s weight, We’ve accomplished a great scientific feat, And found the gene that causes so much hate And endows most with such inhuman deceit.

From measuring their genitals we’ve found, And all of these facts may sound strange and absurd, Why homosexuality abounds And cunniligus is so much preferred. Size seems to affect their ego and self-esteem; Lack of melanin weakens mental strings, And thus, some whites concoct amazing schemes And can’t believe in godly, moral things.

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Whites donâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t function within a moral sphere, But in foul realms beyond evil and good; Foucault, Nietzsche, Gobineau made this clear, But Blacks and non-whites hardly understood. We examined the straight, blond stringy hair, And this seems to explain the meat they crave; And suggests their aversion to prayer, And their wild need to colonize and enslave. Theyâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;re not mentally equipped to lead; At the base of their brains is their defection That inspires their wicked, insatiable greedIf white men rule, the world needs protection! This is what we found from our research, folks, They should be sterilized, I confess; Our studies are scientific, not some hoax! Only one percent passed our IQ tests!

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FOOLISH What absolute fools these poor mortals be, Trying to survive while dancing with stars; American idols think themselves free, Restricted behind invisible bars. Sound and fury, ignorant and foolish, Killing the weak, proclaiming bravery; The Piperâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s music, grotesque and ghoulish, How easily they bow to slavery! How sublime their financial descension, Itâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s mayhem, movies, and sports they love so! For Wall Street markets, no comprehensionTo what depths of folly the foolish will go!

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WHAT SHOULD WE CALL HIM Obama wed a gay Marie Antoinette, Whose devotion to shopping’s most zealous; She travels the world shopping while the poor fretImelda Marcos would be quite jealous. Obama, or should we call him Benedict, He could wear the name Judas just as well; Betrayed the people with a cunning trick, He cruified the sheep and sent them to hell.

Pinocchino the puppet he could be named, Gloriously lying is what he’s for; Demented Bush can no longer be blamedGiven a peace prize, Barak promotes war! His fingerprints reveal a clumsy thief Balanced on a tight political wire; He wishes to be called “commander and chief,” Rather than a foreign, two-faced liar. For bailing out bankers, Wall Street was fond, Insurance companies loved his suave health plan, He fearlessly crossed the rubicon To make the planet one great enslaved land. He lacks the wisdom of an Uncle Tom, He’s a classic clone of Walter Mitty; He’s obedient, cowardly and calm, With cultural amnesia – what a pity! Poor families are sleeping in gutters With massive lives and futures at stake; Michelle leaves Beauchamp Place, and utters, “Come dear gay Obama, let us eat cake.”

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MASTER-SLAVE PARADIGM Death’s always been a liberating force, Breaking chains, ripping lofty, lusty plans. When slaves return to that primeval source, And hold Death tightly in their wretched hands. Death promises true emancipation, An idea whose thought seems most thrilling, Born from fruitless work and exploitation, Slaves find the necessity of killing! Violence of one will upon another, Upon one in a more vernal condition; The victor is he that ignores the other, Yet, he’s rewarded with recognition. The master discovered this long ago, With dint of arms looked the Black in the eye, And said, “Submit and live, though you live in woe, Is it not better to suffer than to die?” We all know the defeated Black’s reply. Nonviolence is the slave’s tuition, And obedience to the master’s commands; Submission never improves the condition; Only violence the master understands. Only violence delivers true respect, A respect nourished and watered with cries. Black humanity he can’t long reject, For if the master rejects it, he dies! Fear of death is taught by vicious masters, Good behavior brings reward in the sky; Slaves shouldn’t fear guns, social disasters; No one is free who fears to kill, or to die. Grasping violence brings freedom much faster; Rebel! Rise up! Execute the master!

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THE SLAVE The heat of combat has risen, there’s no doubt. Its casualties of conflict grim and grave, It’s the war between those with, and those without, The paradigm between master and slave. The master’s white stone home denotes his wealth, While the slave slumbers upon dreams and grass; The slave suffers over-work and ill health, As their struggle is more of color than of class. From work the slave recognizes the season, With winter’s wane, spring ends the silence; He prays the master listens to reason, For his mind sees the wisdom of violence! Having risen above the fear of death, The slave’s life begins with each fighting breath!

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RESISTANCE Passivity has no moral high ground And nonviolence isn’t exalted When peaceful protest is beaten down And protesters pepper sprayed and assaulted. Storm troops, puppet police gaily abuse The peaceful poor to a bloody condition; Jobs, a decent living they request refused, Given no respect or recognition. Law gains authority through violence, And people’s freedoms it seeks to aggress; Fascism receives power from silence, And with brutality it seeks to oppress. In matters of family and in love, Suffering achieves its nobility; Taking abuse from the State’s iron glove Is an exercise in futility. Rich teach the poor to turn the other cheek, Which is the opposite of what they do; Show the oppressor that the poor can speakFight with those who fight with you!

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THE AMERICAN REVOLUTION Childish illusions disappear like vapor; Oligarchs arrogant with vile conceit, Workers awake with worthless, fiat paper, Teachers and workers begging in the street; Peaceful protest at home bore bitter fruit, As police violence showed blood can freeze; And people felt the rifle butt and steel boot Suffered by innocent victims overseas. Bankersâ&#x20AC;&#x2122; bashing in the peopleâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s stolen wealth, As media justifies their vain excesses; Over-taxed, job-less, suffering ill health, The people of poverty gain successes. Congress must be judiciously dissolved, For the secret alliances formed; A public execution for all involved, The white house surrounded and stormed! Prisons emptied, judges put on trial For the privileged injustices driven; Under colors of law in self-denial, To suffer the verdicts that they have given. The Pentagon unceremoniously closed Freedoms recovered from where they were hidden All crimes against humanity exposed, All secret societies strictly forbidden!

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