THE BUSH MEN HAVE A PLANANNIHILATORNOW & LATERTHE NEO-CONS HAVE A SCAMANNIHILATORNOW & LATERTHE ZIONISTS COVET IT ALLANNIHILATORNOW & LATERTHE CORPORATIONS HAVE A BOTTOM LINEANNIHILATORNOW & LATERTHE SKULL & BONES HAVE A DEADLY MISSIONANNIHILATORNOW & LATERIT'S THE BRAND-NEW OLD-WORLD ORDERSLAVERY THEFT & GENOCIDENOW & LATERANNIHILATORS
In the spirit of the Black Panther PartyREVOLUTION LOVE SONGLike an angel-warrior you descend Transforming cold doom Into drops of sweet water Nourishing my thirsty soul.Welcoming arms, sincere and kind Relieved hungry bellies and fed starving minds. Believed in the children and kept them from harm.Welcoming arms, breathing and warm Relieve my pain and heal my wounded heart. Holding me in your arms you whisper in my ear, Your skins' so soft, like butter, baby! I melt like sweet sap flowing from a maple tree.Thrills of joy wave over me As you cradle my breasts so tenderly. With hands still strong yet heavenly. Once clutched a sawed-off shotgun With the same sense of purpose To defend and protect the people So valiantly!For tonight the revolution rests Endlessly patient Silent and wise She knows tomorrow comes all too soon.As the new day dawns We rise up together renewed Singing in perfect harmony In one voice, clear and pure All Power to the People! A Luta Continua! As the struggle continues So that one day we all may breathe free!~Iyanna
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Southern trees bear strange fruit Blood on the leaves Blood at the root Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of the gallant south The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth The scent of magnolia sweet and fresh Then the sudden smell of burning flesh Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck for the rain to gather for the wind to suck for the sun to rot for the tree to drop Here is a strange and bitter crop
"The way, the only way, to stop this evil is for the red man to unite in claiming a common and equal right in the land, as it was first, and should be now, for it was never divided. We gave them forest-clad mountains and valleys full of game, and in return what did they give our warriors and our women? Rum, trinkets, and a grave.Brothers -- My people wish for peace; the red men all wish for peace; but where the white people are, there is no peace for them, except it be on the bosom of our mother. Where today are the Pequot?Where today are the Narrangansett, the Mohican, the Pakanoket, and many other once powerful tribes of our people?They have vanished before the avarice and the oppression of the White Man, as snow before a summer sun."-- Tecumseh
The African race is a rubber ball. The harder you dash it to the ground, the higher it will rise. ~African Proverb