Black Poetry : Every Blackman who wear Shades Ain't Blind

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  1. ASHANTA

    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Brothers against Brothers; when the prophet died; where is the loyalty to his stool? the army is not an army, when the warrior fights among each other, and the people suffer from the addictive addict for power, what is a revolution of change, when the windows are closed in, and there is no link, that passage of righteousness should open, the loyalty died when the hero performed miracles.

    Every Black man wearing shades Ain’t blind; the conspiracy to over throw the constitution of unity, every man who wares shades are not blind, the sun shines and the moon resolves, so who is man who conspires in the dark, the destruction comes within the sources of a mask, hypocritical, character assignations, all for self, and unity for none. Mr. Charlie has return, under the decay of a world order which refuse to adjust, it is not man on the mountain, it is not the man who wholes the cards of power, it is the man who lives by the laws of God, so the shades are just temporary, nevertheless a mask to fool the people, the blind man sings, and the poor man screams, and the children are cut off without armor, so unto thee I shall sing the song, of the sun, and the moon shall be the shade of my psalms, every man who wear shades are not blind. The blind man that wears the shades, who hide behind the proclamation of shame, the Charlie army has return, to fight against the demons who are summons to burn the red black and green.

    Living through the smoke screens of destruction, rationalizations without concentrations of who is and what is , momentary confusions, the addictive to the drug call ignorance.
    I give to thee the lifeline that you may grow in the Universe.
    Your tribes shall carry your name, and the seed shall live on.
    I give to thee the jewels women that you shall breed,
    Many nations your legacy shall live on.
    I the father and the son of prophesy hear me as I speak.
    Let not vanity kill your roots, as the lynching of your brothers
    Shall repeat, until you my son come together as one.
    Damnation shall be your legacy to come.

    I have given to you great nations, the seed of the seed.
    My son you continue to make the same mistake.
    Be not the follower of the flock, but the leader of the sheep.
    Let not the history of your pass be the victory of the dark.
    Rise upon your universe, and gather your inheritance; I have given
    to you my son. Rising up from the depths of all humanity,
    crying out the ever lasting life,
    In hopes of a vocal response,
    what a shame that we have come to this point,
    with such calamity, that we can no longer hear truth.

    Listen perhaps you will have a chance,
    to enjoy a music, that you may not have known,
    existed at all course In a peaceful place,
    of your stool granted by God.
    Blowing of the wind of the university
    our family and Jewels shall be restored.
    You will hear the many deaths of all creations,
    crying let not thy flame be darken,
    I the spirit of change is not dead.

    I sleep no more in de mist of dawn or in the midnight shade,
    Invoke ideal the black mask to my aid, de brother in black skin;
    He pleads for the bounty of my head, dignity stands, at greed, change hands, the hidden secret, the bounty ,de brother’s sold de; to the lynch man, I cry in secret, my people dignity, the hands of de brother’s, who sold me to the slave blocks, upper nigge’ry who sent my flesh to hell;

    Nor wake again, in the hidden places, cries upon my trust
    De brother in black face, awaits the gold cones,
    I cry in the mist of the night, betrayal of thy tribe,
    abandon’s and forlorn,
    the souls that lives with the dungeons of hell.
    Delusions slow coming death, never more shall
    Beam upon the shame, Africa my home;
    The trade off, for gold;

    To steal my soul, contributions de brother;
    Who lives upon my trust.
    And thou, the holy cross to the sadden thought,
    And nature’s plunders and truth
    swept under, be mind the soul which died upon the slave blocks, the betrayal of thy brother, who sold me to the slave keeper;
    And thou without honor, whose impious transformations,
    Avarice and pride.
    Thou too say farewell! for not beyond the grave,
    Extends thy power, nor is my dust thy slave
    Betrayal of my tribe, in the name of slave blocks
    Hidden secrets beyond the grave.

    Hidden secret upon the grave, my mama cry out loud,
    The sons of my sons, the hidden darkness that lies upon
    The hidden secrets that continue to live among the black Niles,
    De off set to unity continues to cry out loud.
    I seen the black rivers and the whips upon my back,
    The uppe’ry ****** who lives upon the swampy dust,
    Who catches my soul upon the black net, and sell me
    To the slave blocks for gold coins.


    The black holocausts that retrieves the death of vain, continues to live in the symmetry of shame, the voice cries beyond the grave, dignity without conscious of the tribes of Judah, for who so live by the lynch men rope, shall long suffer, in the eyes of the almighty God.
    The eyes of the black veil of darkness, the betrayal of Jesus, the eyes of the dark, the brothers who set before the devil, the souls cries out.



    Sanctuary of oppression, the rusted links, lust of gold.
    Where-e'er the hell-hounds the spirits cry out loud
    their bloody way the broken link,
    Africa groans, and man abandon their post.
    In the wild wastes of Africa’s sandy plain,
    roars of the lion thro' the smell of death,
    Man who relinquish his heritage, whom become divided
    In the name of black race.

    Un detour the solid history of the bleeding fountain, and the Niles that turn to blood, and the roars of the beast, killed and bound in a cage, as the spirits that cannot longer be peace.
    The crying trees, the hungry legacies, that cry for nutritionist
    The savages that slaughter the subjects of mages ‘try, who becomes the servants of the land, history repeats, oh where or thou brother
    The black holocaust repeats
    Heav'n planted, in the minds, and death upon the land, and treason cries upon the grave, a plague upon the world, the black face without honor of self, dignity that dies, the serpents captures, the living soul.

    The ancestor’s son must continue to lead.
    Train thy sons that they shall carry the torch;
    teach them wisdom from all back doors.
    Prepare a place that honor shall be place,
    within there back yards. One Son, One Man,
    Wisdom must be stored, teach the son,
    as an individual,
    Are his manhood shall be destroyed.

    Bring great eternal forces,
    spirits of the almighty God.
    The almighty that was created,
    within you my sons, the heart,
    the God of Heaven,
    Oh thou who represents the spirit
    shall reflect thy heart of thy almighty God.


    Sons of the sons fear not,
    the all mighty spirit that dwells;
    Within your armored pen.
    Take it to the mountain,
    when times get hard.

    It shall not be easy, and many shall turn there back.
    Soldiers will walk you across,
    the almighty God as Solomon, Moses,
    ask him To guide you cross, the revolution of love,
    God shall guide you through the dark;

    Be not afraid you were ordained,
    by the almighty God.
    In each and every soul delivered,
    without tarnish or harm,
    innocence tarnished by the evil of dark;
    The incubation of atomic life,
    in everything that resides upon the earth.



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    speak on sista i'm listening
    thuis was another on point drop
     
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    blessings rich
     
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    This is a very powerful piece. It was a joy for me to read.
    Thanx for sharing...
     
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    blessings sista soljah
     
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    re:Blackman

    Gurl, this poem speaks on different levels of different situations of true.
    It is the bomb!
     
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    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    blessings upon your house poetry mama are should I say mother of wisdom.
     
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    SAY IT, SISTER!
     
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    yes thank you my pen will continue :thanks:
     
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