ArtPolitik

Chance/Dance of Discourse

New Ark / New Work

it is raining blood
“forty” daze
and for the kkknights
blood and gore
horror
terror
murder
it is raining blood
human implosions
eons
of hatred and ignorance
our minds
tortured and damaged
all blessings
have been buried
cry Baraka
cry Baraka

it is raining blood
all priestly kingdoms
lost
empires fatten
from the greater cost
the meek have all become thoughtless heathens
all ungrateful gangs, governments, churches, and tribes
ruin and run the earth barren
run the earth barren
run the earth barren
careless Aethiopians
ill-conceived children
from misperceived visions
they
run the earth
barren
barren

cheap, phony gangstaz
deadly imitation pranksterz
products of their masters
massacre their precious peers
broken and wasted mirrors

re-twist
the twisted perceptions
to find natural equilibrium and balance
through traumatic and chaotic directions

must be dread
inna dese times
hold da line
of da clear and kind

must be dread
inna dese times
hold da line
for da upright and righteous mind

hold da line
for da lovingkind
for da lovingkind
hold da line
must be dread
inna dis time

chek da undead
who control da livin
in deed and song
killin and stealin
for da trinkets of Babylon
chek dem
chek damn
it is raining blood
it is raining blood
all ovah da world

come
mek we build a ship
come
build we
let us mek a ship
voyage, aweh
into the void
a star trek
traverse
to anotha planet
lead da Spirits of the Air
bless da godly gifts
come
mek we build a ship
mek we build a ship
cry Amiri
cry Baraka
cry
cry
cry

August 7th, 2007 Posted by jahhannibal | Activism, Art, Class, Commentary, Community, Poetry, Race, Spiritography, Uncarved Blog | no comments

DEBT (atavistic memory)

this government
owes me the history
in revealing the slaveowners
of my family

if we are to evolve
and grow honestly, and truthfully
we must cease the oppression of humanity
financially and economically
totally

the Ancestors will never rest
our minds will never be at peace
oppression must cease, cease, cease
and until this becomes so
all ghosts
will never be able to ascend/transcend
or find Heaven
to heal and reconnect their Souls
and again become whole

it is in my atavistic memory
to fight for the freedom of my ancestry
FREE HUE-manitY
FREE HUE-manitY
FREE HUE-manitY
FREE HUE-manitY

FREE HUE-manitY
FREE HUE-manitY
FREE HUE-manitY
FREE HUE Y

August 7th, 2007 Posted by jahhannibal | Activism, Art, Commentary, Community, Organizing, Poetry, Race, Spiritography, Uncarved Blog | no comments

janjaweed

the dead thrive
on keeping
the dry bones dry

new niggaz
searching for glory
deaf, dumb, blind, and ignorant
of Malcolm’s story

mark a big red “X
by where they stand in history
niggaz, niggaz
black zombies

August 7th, 2007 Posted by jahhannibal | Activism, Commentary, Race, Spiritography | no comments