Black Poetry : Martin Luther King Jr. Sitting On The Mountain Can I Get Amen

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  1. ASHANTA

    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Martin Luther King
    Sitting On the Mountain
    Free At Last


    I had a dream; I sit upon my fathers palace,
    My brothers and sisters of the rainbow colors;
    Who stood before the alter of freedom;
    and many died as thee, I am not dead;
    the spirit lives on, a revolution that
    was fought, for Gods children of the cloth,
    Step back… don’t give me flowers,
    Give me the armies of the lord.
    I continue to sing from the skies of heaven
    Free at last, Free At Last
    Thank God, I am Free At Last
    I the African Warrior of My Tribe
    I sing the Noblest scripts of God
    Evolved through my Fathers Scripts
    I the brother of brothers who died for me.

    African Man a son of a Baptist son
    My journey was subscribed before I
    Entered this place call earth
    God whispered In my ears
    I now take my place in Gods house.

    I died for a reason
    As my brother died for me
    Freedom, Freedom, Freedom
    Oh my God to thee
    I have took my Journey to
    The other side of freedom.

    I the son of a Old Black Minster
    The blood in he, is the blood in me
    I leave my brothers and sisters
    Not the awards that man have given
    Even the death trap he set before me
    But unto the man, who stands in honor
    The man who is not afraid to pick
    Up armor, Lord I want study
    War no more

    Oh thy God to thee , the work
    Of deliverance.


    Oh the darkness of justice
    The white mask mafia
    Oh but the challenge that you gave
    What is life, if one must live as a slave
    So I give unto you, the blue print written
    In script, oh I the son of an old Baptist
    Minister, I the legacy of my Fathers house in the skies;
    who gave me my strength
    To identify with my brother who
    Lied upon the cross, I died with
    Dignity never the less, my life came
    To a end, but my struggles for my people
    Shall be epitome of my revenge.

    I have given all I can give, my journey
    Has reached the other side of my fathers
    I sit upon the mountains and gaze upon
    The earth, my spirit that dwells, as the tears
    Upon my face, who is my brother, who
    Refuse to release the chains?

    I give you the treasures of thy soul;
    I give to you the children of the future.
    That my legacy shall not foul.
    I the ancestor of your history,
    will I ever see the dreams,
    of my legacy. Africa that
    sings the liberation of my seed.
    Oh the fruits of his Garden
    I sip of the waters of his tree,
    I return to the fruits
    it gives me great strength.
    Tears that fall upon my forest,
    Mountains that sings.
    Glory to thee. I rise, above the mountains,
    you wipe the tears away,
    I the son of a Baptist minister
    The prophet of God.




    The burning fires upon Gods house
    The raging dogs the eats at my flesh
    The legacy of the moving trains
    I gathered hand and hand with my brothers
    I sing the song upon the mountains
    Nevertheless I knew the time would come
    When the man with the mask who planned
    My death, you may have killed my carcass
    But my spirit lives on, a message to the sons of son
    Bare arms of the spirit, God words is law.



    The battlefields of war, Freedom... The battlefields of
    hate, Freedom... The battlefields of Love, Freedom... The
    battlefields of God, Freedom... The Fire in God's Eyes,
    Freedom... Listen to the beats of the earth, Freedom...
    Devils un-veiling the essence of pain, Freedom... Listen to
    the angers of the sea's Freedom.......... Rise me, from the
    blood, beneath my feet. Freedom... Freedom.....,

    Freedom....., Listen to the 4th of the beat, Freedom, I
    sing, the words of freedom, Freedom, I sing, the words of
    deliverance, Freedom, I sing, the words of unity, Freedom, I
    sing, the scars of my people, Freedom, Let.... my people
    free,

    Freedom..... Black, White, Yellow, Green Freedom let my
    people be. Death of a dream, abandon, by the devils revenge,
    Killing, the humble, an meek, The scars of the earth,
    Freedom, never again, shall it be, Freedom, release the
    chains, Of the devil, who sits in waiting, Freedom, by man's
    on hand,

    The devil, comes in all colors of man, Freedom I rise above
    the sky’s. See the fire in God's eyes, It will be no more,
    The birds, come in hurdles, waiting for its prey, listen the
    pain, is in the air, to destroy the paradise, which once,
    came love, the demon’s waiting for the kill. Freedom, never
    again my eyes shall see hate, Never again, shall I be haunted
    by rape, Never again shall I feel, the whip of hate, the
    disease that kills all men. Freedom, I declare upon this
    earth. I rise in the name, of the men, who walked in God's
    eye.

    Freedom the spirit the divine heart, will never die, those
    who have come, in the name, of God's house, The battle cries
    will be no more, heaven knocking at the door. The dead has
    not died, but living in the paradise of God, So Satan you
    have been defeated. Life dose not begin at birth, but after
    death, sleep the cousin to death, I rise in the morning,
    visiting the universe, called earth.

    My back has carried the scars of civilization, the blood is
    in the palms of me hand, my children are dying, I cry
    rebirth, Rise me to the heavens, Rise me to the Universe. I
    am tired and my back will no longer take this curse.

    Freedom, Freedom, Freedom, Freedom,
    Break the chains from my risk, Break the chains from my
    womb, Break the chains from my mind; The Universal disgrace.


    My babies are imprisoned, No mothers, No Fathers, No
    Leaders, No Justice, No dignity to the human race. Blind
    justice to an inheritance that refuse to lead. ​
     
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    big Amen sista ....do drop one on us in the Black history thread at the top
    this would have been a great piece to lay upon the Historic black awareness
    tyte.
     
  3. ASHANTA

    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    rich you can remove it
     
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    nice drop....
    Happy Martin Luther King's Day !!! :birthday:
    Peace!
     
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