GREETINGS SISTER TEMPIE-I
PEACE AND LOVE TO YOU AND YOURS AS I AND I FORWARD ON INTO THE VERY HEART OF THE SYSYTEM, AND AS I AND I ZOOM ALONG TOWARDS THE VINDICATION OF JAH CHILDREN, AFRICANS AT HOME AND ABROAD.
THANKS FOR SHARING THIS ARTICLE IN REMEMBRANCE OF ONE OF THE GREATEST BLACK APOSTLES OF ALL TIME, MARTIN LUTHER KING JR
ONE CANNOT STRESS HOW IMPORTANT IT IS TO KEEP THE MEMORY OF I AND I FOREFATHERS IN THE STRUGGLE ALIVE, AND TO USE WHATEVER MEANS NECESSARY TO DO THAT.
KING AND THIER GOD AND HAVE LOOKED TO THE SKY. BUT I AND I KNOW, THAT JAH IS A LIVING MAN.
BUT STILL, I AND I KNOW WITHIN I AND HEART AND I-RIT, THAT THIS TOO SHALL PASS, 'CAUSE, AS IT WAS IN THE BEGINNING, SO SHALL IT BE IN THE END. I AND I KNOW, THAT I AND I SHALL WIN 'CAUSE I AND I ARE CONFIDENT OF THE VICTORY OF GOOD OVER EVIL.
ALLOW ME TO SHARE SOME OF IAND I POEMS ON YOUR POST SISTER TEMPIE TO STRENGTHEN WHAT I AND I MEAN !!!!
(EXTRACTS FROM THROUGH THE FAR EYE, BY RAS ALBERT WILLIAMS)
www.freewebs.com/albertwilliams)
OH BABYLON
I
Oh Babylon You must repent for all the crimes that you have committed against my people.
JAH people are on the rise once again, never to be enslaved no more.
The kingdom of Jah is at hand. The writing is on the wall.
Babylon you must fall
SO JAH SHE.
II
You removed the landmarks
Of I and I fathers to divide and rule I and I. But through the POWER OF BLACK
UNITY. You have to draw back. I and I are on the attack
SO JAH SEH
III
Run Babylon
Return to your country!
These are the days of the repatriated. Run whilst you still can. Go back to Babylon.
RUN BABYLON, RUN RUN
Leave Africa for African at home and abroad.
For Marcus
Garvey
words come to pass. And she who laugh last, laugh best.
SO JAH SEH.
IV
For over 500 years your ancestors plundered and murdered we gentle AFRICANS,
BROUGHT US TO THE WEST IN CHAINS AND SOLD US LIKE HUMAN CARGO.
WORKED US TO THE BONE FROM SUNRISE TO SUNSET.
But now the time of REPARATION has come. For RASTAFARIANS demand equal rights and justice.
COMPENSATE the descendants of the slaves…for slavery is wrong, as even your own clergymen have said..
AND
If SLAVERYIS WRONG THE WICKED MUST PAY.
SO JAH SHE.
V
Oh Babylon
Woe to you who’s conscience has been hardened by GREED. You stole our FATHERLAND,
OUR GOLD AND OUR SILVER. AND WASTED OUR MEN, WOMEN AND CHILDREN.
You taught us that God is Love…that we should obey our masters, and them that have rule over us.
BUT I and I have no master but EMPEROR HAILE SELLASSIE I…
WHO WAS NOT AFRAID TO TELL THE CHILDREN THE TRUTH.
"THAT UNTIL THE IGNOBLE AND UNHAPPY REGIME THAT HOLDS I AND I
BROTHERS IN SUBHUMAN BONDAGE IN ANGOLA, IN MOZAMBIQUE AND
SOUTH AFRICA HAS BEEN TOPPLED AND TOTALLY DOWNSTOYED EVERYWHERE IS
WAR AND RUMOURS OF WAR.
But no bombs and guns will stop
WE AFRICANS,
WE AFRO-AMERICANS, WE BLACK BRITONS
WE WEST INDIANS,
WE RASTAFRIANS.
This is JUDGEMENT TIME
WE are more than sand on the seashore, WE are more than number
WE are a mighty race with respect and dignity
GO AWAY
With your white God that smiled a crocked smile as you brutalised the
very soul of innocent BLACK PEOPLE.
GO AWAY
With your WHITE GOD
THAT chuckled with demonic glee as you exterminated
THE RED INDIAN
THE MAYA
THE AZTEC
THE ARAWAKS
THE CARIBS
FROM THE FACE OF THE EARTH.
But that river of blood now runs to your front door…
SO JAH SEH.
VI
Oh Babylon,
did you believe that you would continue to kill the prophets and that I
and I would stand aside and look for all ages like you killed the prophets of old.
Well, I want you to know the spirits of
MARCUS GARVEY,
MARTIN LUTHER KING,
MALCOLM X,
BOB MARLEY
WALTER RODNEY
STEVE BIKO are all alive in NELSON MANDELA for agitating for
the rights of I and I people was cast into prison for twenty-seven years.
BUT the table is turned.
JAH PEOPLE are on the rise once again.
JAH PEOPLE have seen the light.
WE will stand by our own
NO RACISM
NO APARTHEID
NO RACIAL LIBERATION will hinder the forward march towards
TOTAL LIBERATION
For we have ways and means.
YOU PUT STUMBLING BLOCKS IN OUR WAY.
But these we will turn to stepping stones, if it be that we have to step on
the heads of your children; to reach to your necks, whose head we will sever with
the cutlass of truth…and toss your body to the wild beast.
VII
Yes Babylon
I hate you with a perfect hatred for all the crimes committed against I and I people.
You instil in I and I people a state of fear.
A fear for losing our life.
But we cannot die.
The struggle is our lives.
What I and I cannot achieve in our lifetime I and I children will at last achieve.
For the Big Sound from the Little rock will keep the fire burning…
For as long as the rainbow exists will remind I and I of I-tiopia I and I eternal heritage.
For the very colour of I and I skin: beautiful black reminds I and I of I and I purpose for living.
To see that I and I people are set free…
From all forms of MENTAL, PHYSICAL AND ECONOMIC SLAVERY.
AND ALL FORMS OF FALSE FREEDOM.
NOW
That APARTHEID has fallen
DO YOU WANT MORE?
Yes we want all of AFRICA to be free!
AFRICA is I and I birthright.
JAH gave this continent to us…and you Babylon took it away.
SO JAH SHE
VIII
Fire and Brimstone
For Babylon and all Bagga Wire.
The lake of perpetual fire has already been prepared for the devils and his
angels, and such as would be so bold to stand in the way of advancing liberation forces.
Now Africa…weep not.
Rest your weary head on my shoulders. I and I will never forsake you.
Even if it means that:
I too
Will be assassinated for fighting form my rights,
Even if it means that I too
Will be imprisoned for stirring up the racial pride
Of a people long under the hands of oppression.
Even though I and I know that these few words of this solemn
poem can do little harm to the enemy of our race.
But it shall water the seeds of the revolution.
SO JAH SEH
ONLY RASTAFARI
With the end of every day
We
Enslave I and I ancestors anew
With our obedience to decrees that address the aspirations of our captors.
Our passivity breeds and ugly offspring
Colonisation in its latest form.
Only Rastafari sees differently.
His patriotic chant of REPATRIATION is a threat to the establishment
that thrives on the blood of a hurdling mass… our people.
Black because
Mother Africa built her nest in the sun
TOO BLACK for sympathy
TOO BLACK for respect
But black enough to be reduced to a beast of burden.
With every new morning.
We sell out
Toussaint L’Overture.
WE hid in the comfort of our anonymity.
BEHIND A SEA OF FACES
Paul Boogle died not for us you say.
Neither did Congo Ray.
WE are content to be classless being.
Whose destiny it is to feed the hungry worms…the descendants of greedy colonialists.
ONLY RASTAFARI FEELS THE PAIN.
With the passing of centuries
WE bury our glorious heritage with alien tongues…mode
of dress, religion that tames the will to rebel,
Like Hannibal, that GREAT AFRICA WARRIOR who tried
to abort the slaughter of an entire African race
ONLY RASTAFARI WILL PUT UP A FIGHT.
Only Rastafari will not surrender his pride
His dreadlocks circles his shoulder like mighty madras fluffing
in the winds of change that are blowing across this planet…
Where the
BLACK STAR LINER will salvage the corpse of millions
of Negroes whose spirits returned to the MOTHERLAND.
Only RASTAFARI cares
To think black
To talk black
To act black
To be black and be proud of that fact
That our negritude is is endowed by a
Black God in a
Black Heaven
That
Will reward the
Black revolutionaries
With a throne of black gold
Upon a pedestal of
Black ebony
For all the world to see
ONLY RASTAFARI KNOWS
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