Black Poetry : In Order To Rule, One Must Serve

ASHANTA

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They left their lands, their kindred root of de maple leaf, de’ blood line to the old souls, entrusted to the slave mind of de’ state, that burned the flag , who faithfully and nobly strive, to guard the sacred rights of passage, the sacred rights of de’ mother land of blackness. De faithful noble souls, who gave blood, I draw a picture of the slave, I see him in the darker days, Yes; even lives were in his hands, To strike a wronged and helpless race, I hear from out his cabin rise, Sweet songs of praises unto God. And raised no hand in swift defense, To kill, to threaten, or oppose.

Today, on equal ground he stands
with loyal, true, and noble men. Justice! We
implore thy aid. For who shall vindicate this wrong?
To lead de’ man must serve, there is no justice, when de’ man sleep and the soul trembles, and the heart stop beating, and the narrow of thee, as the carcass turns to ashes and die, for there is know justice, when the darkness captures the honor of de’ leader, who speaks in silence, only the mind shall hear its voice, and the people shall hear know more, in order to rule, one must serve. Unjust, untrue, is he who dares to stand before the server, without de’ blue print of de’ savior, justice that lives upon the sky, de’ judges that sits below earth, for there shall be know contentment, when the follower have no direction, and the pearl in de’ Black book, one must serve, for who shall vindicate this wrong? Shall fall to chamber, and de life Shall know longer belong to him, for which we live, one must sacrifice, for de’ lord pay his tides, when he hang upon the wooded tree, shall we speak in silent without defensemen , we stand a defenseless cause, when de’ man hide upon de dark, and claim the avarice sin, that has know cause to protect the blood line, for nations stand tall, and the seed make man, for the future cause, In man must lead, in order for him to serve, for there is no back door to justice, when the man sleep death to its cause. Who shall defend our perjured race? Who shall lead in accord, upon our honor to emancipate the slave mind, shall we keep in silence, No; shall we keep silent? No; thrice No! We must speak out with one accord,



 

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