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'This is criminal': Malik Rahim reports from New Orleans
Malik Rahim, a veteran of the Black Panther Party in New Orleans, for decades an organizer of public housing tenants both there and in San Francisco and a recent Green Party candidate for New Orleans City Council, lives in the Algiers neighborhood, the only part of New Orleans that is not flooded. They have no power, but the water is still good and the phones work. Their neighborhood could be sheltering and feeding at least 40,000 refugees, he says, but they are allowed to help no one. What he describes is nothing less than deliberate genocide against Black and poor people. - Ed.
New Orleans, Sept. 1, 2005 - It's criminal. From what you're hearing, the people trapped in New Orleans are nothing but looters. We're told we should be more "neighborly." But nobody talked about being neighborly until after the people who could afford to leave … left.
If you ain't got no money in America, you're on your own. People were told to go to the Superdome, but they have no food, no water there. And before they could get in, people had to stand in line for 4-5 hours in the rain because everybody was being searched one by one at the entrance.
I can understand the chaos that happened after the tsunami, because they had no warning, but here there was plenty of warning. In the three days before the hurricane hit, we knew it was coming and everyone could have been evacuated.
We have Amtrak here that could have carried everybody out of town. There were enough school buses that could have evacuated 20,000 people easily, but they just let them be flooded. My son watched 40 buses go underwater - they just wouldn't move them, afraid they'd be stolen.
People who could afford to leave were so afraid someone would steal what they own that they just let it all be flooded. They could have let a family without a vehicle borrow their extra car, but instead they left it behind to be destroyed.
There are gangs of white vigilantes near here riding around in pickup trucks, all of them armed, and any young Black they see who they figure doesn't belong in their community, they shoot him. I tell them, "Stop! You're going to start a riot."
When you see all the poor people with no place to go, feeling alone and helpless and angry, I say this is a consequence of HOPE VI. New Orleans took all the HUD money it could get to tear down public housing, and families and neighbors who'd relied on each other for generations were uprooted and torn apart.
Most of the people who are going through this now had already lost touch with the only community they'd ever known. Their community was torn down and they were scattered. They'd already lost their real homes, the only place where they knew everybody, and now the places they've been staying are destroyed.
But nobody cares. They're just lawless looters ... dangerous.
The hurricane hit at the end of the month, the time when poor people are most vulnerable. Food stamps don't buy enough but for about three weeks of the month, and by the end of the month everyone runs out. Now they have no way to get their food stamps or any money, so they just have to take what they can to survive.
Many people are getting sick and very weak. From the toxic water that people are walking through, little scratches and sores are turning into major wounds.
People whose homes and families were not destroyed went into the city right away with boats to bring the survivors out, but law enforcement told them they weren't needed. They are willing and able to rescue thousands, but they're not allowed to.
Every day countless volunteers are trying to help, but they're turned back. Almost all the rescue that's been done has been done by volunteers anyway.
My son and his family - his wife and kids, ages 1, 5 and 8 - were flooded out of their home when the levee broke. They had to swim out until they found an abandoned building with two rooms above water level.
There were 21 people in those two rooms for a day and a half. A guy in a boat who just said "I'm going to help regardless" rescued them and took them to Highway I-10 and dropped them there.
They sat on the freeway for about three hours, because someone said they'd be rescued and taken to the Superdome. Finally they just started walking, had to walk six and a half miles.
When they got to the Superdome, my son wasn't allowed in - I don't know why - so his wife and kids wouldn't go in. They kept walking, and they happened to run across a guy with a tow truck that they knew, and he gave them his own personal truck.
When they got here, they had no gas, so I had to punch a hole in my gas tank to give them some gas, and now I'm trapped. I'm getting around by bicycle.
People from Placquemine Parish were rescued on a ferry and dropped off on a dock near here. All day they were sitting on the dock in the hot sun with no food, no water. Many were in a daze; they've lost everything.
They were all sitting there surrounded by armed guards. We asked the guards could we bring them water and food. My mother and all the other church ladies were cooking for them, and we have plenty of good water.
But the guards said, "No. If you don't have enough water and food for everybody, you can't give anything." Finally the people were hauled off on school buses from other parishes.
You know Robert King Wilkerson (the only one of the Angola 3 political prisoners who's been released). He's been back in New Orleans working hard, organizing, helping people. Now nobody knows where he is. His house was destroyed. Knowing him, I think he's out trying to save lives, but I'm worried.
The people who could help are being shipped out. People who want to stay, who have the skills to save lives and rebuild are being forced to go to Houston.
It's not like New Orleans was caught off guard. This could have been prevented.
There's military right here in New Orleans, but for three days they weren't even mobilized. You'd think this was a Third World country.
I'm in the Algiers neighborhood of New Orleans, the only part that isn't flooded. The water is good. Our parks and schools could easily hold 40,000 people, and they're not using any of it.
This is criminal. These people are dying for no other reason than the lack of organization.
Everything is needed, but we're still too disorganized. I'm asking people to go ahead and gather donations and relief supplies but to hold on to them for a few days until we have a way to put them to good use.
I'm challenging my party, the Green Party, to come down here and help us just as soon as things are a little more organized. The Republicans and Democrats didn't do anything to prevent this or plan for it and don't seem to care if everyone dies.
Malik's phone is working. He welcomes calls from old friends and anyone with questions or ideas for saving lives. To reach him, call the Bay View at (415) 671-0789.
http://www.sfbayview.com/083105/thisiscriminal083105.shtml
If you ain't got no money in America, you're on your own. People were told to go to the Superdome, but they have no food, no water there. And before they could get in, people had to stand in line for 4-5 hours in the rain because everybody was being searched one by one at the entrance.
I can understand the chaos that happened after the tsunami, because they had no warning, but here there was plenty of warning. In the three days before the hurricane hit, we knew it was coming and everyone could have been evacuated.
We have Amtrak here that could have carried everybody out of town. There were enough school buses that could have evacuated 20,000 people easily, but they just let them be flooded. My son watched 40 buses go underwater - they just wouldn't move them, afraid they'd be stolen.
People who could afford to leave were so afraid someone would steal what they own that they just let it all be flooded. They could have let a family without a vehicle borrow their extra car, but instead they left it behind to be destroyed.
There are gangs of white vigilantes near here riding around in pickup trucks, all of them armed, and any young Black they see who they figure doesn't belong in their community, they shoot him. I tell them, "Stop! You're going to start a riot."
When you see all the poor people with no place to go, feeling alone and helpless and angry, I say this is a consequence of HOPE VI. New Orleans took all the HUD money it could get to tear down public housing, and families and neighbors who'd relied on each other for generations were uprooted and torn apart.
Most of the people who are going through this now had already lost touch with the only community they'd ever known. Their community was torn down and they were scattered. They'd already lost their real homes, the only place where they knew everybody, and now the places they've been staying are destroyed.
But nobody cares. They're just lawless looters ... dangerous.
The hurricane hit at the end of the month, the time when poor people are most vulnerable. Food stamps don't buy enough but for about three weeks of the month, and by the end of the month everyone runs out. Now they have no way to get their food stamps or any money, so they just have to take what they can to survive.
Many people are getting sick and very weak. From the toxic water that people are walking through, little scratches and sores are turning into major wounds.
People whose homes and families were not destroyed went into the city right away with boats to bring the survivors out, but law enforcement told them they weren't needed. They are willing and able to rescue thousands, but they're not allowed to.
Every day countless volunteers are trying to help, but they're turned back. Almost all the rescue that's been done has been done by volunteers anyway.
My son and his family - his wife and kids, ages 1, 5 and 8 - were flooded out of their home when the levee broke. They had to swim out until they found an abandoned building with two rooms above water level.
There were 21 people in those two rooms for a day and a half. A guy in a boat who just said "I'm going to help regardless" rescued them and took them to Highway I-10 and dropped them there.
They sat on the freeway for about three hours, because someone said they'd be rescued and taken to the Superdome. Finally they just started walking, had to walk six and a half miles.
When they got to the Superdome, my son wasn't allowed in - I don't know why - so his wife and kids wouldn't go in. They kept walking, and they happened to run across a guy with a tow truck that they knew, and he gave them his own personal truck.
When they got here, they had no gas, so I had to punch a hole in my gas tank to give them some gas, and now I'm trapped. I'm getting around by bicycle.
People from Placquemine Parish were rescued on a ferry and dropped off on a dock near here. All day they were sitting on the dock in the hot sun with no food, no water. Many were in a daze; they've lost everything.
They were all sitting there surrounded by armed guards. We asked the guards could we bring them water and food. My mother and all the other church ladies were cooking for them, and we have plenty of good water.
But the guards said, "No. If you don't have enough water and food for everybody, you can't give anything." Finally the people were hauled off on school buses from other parishes.
You know Robert King Wilkerson (the only one of the Angola 3 political prisoners who's been released). He's been back in New Orleans working hard, organizing, helping people. Now nobody knows where he is. His house was destroyed. Knowing him, I think he's out trying to save lives, but I'm worried.
The people who could help are being shipped out. People who want to stay, who have the skills to save lives and rebuild are being forced to go to Houston.
It's not like New Orleans was caught off guard. This could have been prevented.
There's military right here in New Orleans, but for three days they weren't even mobilized. You'd think this was a Third World country.
I'm in the Algiers neighborhood of New Orleans, the only part that isn't flooded. The water is good. Our parks and schools could easily hold 40,000 people, and they're not using any of it.
This is criminal. These people are dying for no other reason than the lack of organization.
Everything is needed, but we're still too disorganized. I'm asking people to go ahead and gather donations and relief supplies but to hold on to them for a few days until we have a way to put them to good use.
I'm challenging my party, the Green Party, to come down here and help us just as soon as things are a little more organized. The Republicans and Democrats didn't do anything to prevent this or plan for it and don't seem to care if everyone dies.
Malik's phone is working. He welcomes calls from old friends and anyone with questions or ideas for saving lives. To reach him, call the Bay View at (415) 671-0789.
http://www.sfbayview.com/083105/thisiscriminal083105.shtml
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An interview by DJ Lotus with Malik Rahim, former member of the Black Panther Party, who is currently in New Orleans, Louisiana.
http://radio.indymedia.org/news/2005/09/6584.php
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In the interview Malik speaks of white vigilante groups driving around town shooting black people, but also of "heroism" by other whites in the city. He also points out that in his estimate, 70% of the rescues so far have been by individuals, not by the government. He encourages people to organize and help the homeless in their own cities, because people from New Orleans are being displaced all over the country.
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In the interview Malik speaks of white vigilante groups driving around town shooting black people, but also of "heroism" by other whites in the city. He also points out that in his estimate, 70% of the rescues so far have been by individuals, not by the government. He encourages people to organize and help the homeless in their own cities, because people from New Orleans are being displaced all over the country.
More info http://neworleans.indymedia.org
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This is a zine with the essays writen by Jordan Flaherty and Malik Hakim from New Orleans about the social conditions in NOLA before and after the storm.
This was a quickly put together project, composed from these 2 essays Notes from New Orleans and 'This is Criminal" Report from New Orleans. I think both these essays are really good and explain what is going in the context of the racism and oppression that are ingrained in New Orleans. The grafics are iffy. Folks are encouraged to distribute it if they think it is useful. I'd like to put out something more comprehensive in the future.
The Alarm
Armed to the teeth, but they haven't fired a shot
By Susan Langenhennig
West Bank bureau
Just after dusk on Tuesday night, with the rumble of helicopters and airplanes still overhead, Gareth Stubbs took his spot in a rocking chair on the balcony of an Algiers Point house, a shotgun, bottle of bug spray and a can of Pringles at his feet.
It was night No. 9 of his vigil, the balcony turned into a makeshift watch tower, with five borrowed shotguns, a pistol, a flare gun, an old AK-47 and loads of ammunition strategically placed next to the blankets and pillows where Stubbs, Vinnie Pervel and Gregg Harris have slept every night since Hurricane Katrina slammed into Southeast Louisiana.
In the bedroom off the balcony, its lace curtains blowing through the open windows, Pervel's 74-year-old mother pulled her rosary from her pocket, a shotgun resting near the antique cherry wood bed and the .38-caliber pistol her son gave her nearby. "Oh dear, what would Father John think," Jennie Pervel laughed as she fingered the beads.
Vinnie Pervel and Harris, who own the 1871 Victorian house on Pelican Street, rigged a car battery to two floodlights and aimed them into the deserted road below. With the floodlights off, the home's gas lanterns formed golden hallows on the porch, the only illumination other than the periodic sweep of searchlights from the military helicopters buzzing overhead.
It's been a terrifying nine days for the four, scrambling for food, water and gasoline for their generator and an arsenal of weapons they feared they would need if complete lawlessness broke out in the historic neighborhood of renovated 19th century homes. The neighborhood having survived the storm without flood damage, Pervel and Harris, both former presidents of the Algiers Point Association, worried that looters and others seeking high ground would invade the community.
Yet they have not had to fire a shot.
And that's a good thing for them. They were not sure if any of the borrowed weapons even worked.
But their fears were based on actual experiences. The day after the hurricane, Pervel was carjacked as he tried to check on his other properties in the neighborhood. Two guys clubbed him on the head with a sledgehammer, grabbed his keys and stole his van, which he had filled with hurricane supplies, a full tank of fuel and his credit cards.
The next afternoon, as Pervel and his mother, Harris and Stubbs stood on their porch, a gunfight between armed neighbors and "looters" erupted on the corner of Pelican and Valette streets, half a block away. The neighbors, whom Pervel would not identify, shot two of the men. "We screamed to Mrs. P., 'Hit the deck,' and she did," Harris said.
"We just couldn't comprehend it, a gun battle in front of your house," said Stubbs, a native of Wales, who lives across the street from Pervel and Harris but has stayed since the storm with them at their "Fort Pelican." "You would walk outside, and your knees were wobbly and your lips would go dry."
After the violence, the men decided they needed protection. Other residents who had stayed during the storm were armed and taking turns checking on neighbors, some of them elderly, who remained in their houses. It was decided that everyone would keep an eye on his block, sharing essential supplies. Pervel, Harris and Stubbs joined them, keeping watch on Pelican and nearby streets.
"There's about 20 or 30 guys in addition to us. We know all of them and where they are," Harris said. "People armed themselves so quickly, rallying together. I think it's why the neighborhood survived."
But Pervel, Harris and Stubbs had a problem. They were without weapons other than a 40-year-old shotgun with no shells. Pervel, who had stayed in contact with many evacuated neighbors through the NOLA.com Web site and by his still-working telephone, got permission from residents to retrieve their guns and supplies from nearby houses.
"I never thought I'd be going into my neighbor's house and taking their guns. We wrote down what gun came from what house so we can return them when they get back," he said.
One neighbor used his dog, T-Bone, as a lookout, chaining him at night to a fire hydrant on a corner. The dog barked if anyone approached, Stubbs said.
The first few nights after the hurricane, Stubbs said they heard gunfire popping all around and saw people walking with flashlights through the streets. A tree had fallen at their corner, spilling a recycling bin full of cans. At the sound of a can rustling, the balcony watch group would flip the switch to the car battery, flooding the street in light, blinding whoever was below.
"We angled the lights so they wouldn't see us on the balcony," said Stubbs, rocking in the chair, smoking a cigarette.
With the area dry and mostly evacuated, they saw only one New Orleans police officer in the first four days after the storm.
"We kept hearing on the radio, 'The military is coming, the military is coming, troops on the ground,' and we kept thinking, 'Where are they?'" Stubbs said. "We really felt alone."
During the day, Pervel's phone rang constantly, with residents calling from Texas, Mississippi, Florida, asking him to check on their homes, feed their pets. The men also made daily visits to deliver food and water to elderly neighbors. "I asked this one 84-year-old lady if she'd eaten, and she told me all she had was a can of Vienna sausages," Harris said. "I wanted to cry when I heard that."
By Tuesday, they'd checked on human beings as well scores of cats and dogs, a parrot, pet rats, two mice and a guinea pig.
"There are several guys in the neighborhood. They had this little task force. They knew everyone who stayed and where we were," said a resident who would only give her first name, Betty. "If it hadn't been to all those guys, making a statement to the looters, I don't know what would have happened.
"Our great fear was fire. If one started, it would have spread so quickly throughout the neighborhood," she said. On Tuesday, she made rounds through the neighborhood, feeding cats and dogs left stranded on the streets.
By Sunday night, tension in the neighborhood had started to release, Harris and Stubbs said, as more and more military vehicles were spotted patrolling the streets. "We really all breathed for the first time when we saw an armored personnel carrier come through," Harris said.
On Tuesday night, two Humvees crept down the road, flashing their lights at the balcony as Pervel lay down on his blanket, removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. With the military on patrol, maybe the balcony watch group could finally get some sleep.
Susan Langenhennig may be reached at suzgranger [at] hotmail.com
By Susan Langenhennig
West Bank bureau
Just after dusk on Tuesday night, with the rumble of helicopters and airplanes still overhead, Gareth Stubbs took his spot in a rocking chair on the balcony of an Algiers Point house, a shotgun, bottle of bug spray and a can of Pringles at his feet.
It was night No. 9 of his vigil, the balcony turned into a makeshift watch tower, with five borrowed shotguns, a pistol, a flare gun, an old AK-47 and loads of ammunition strategically placed next to the blankets and pillows where Stubbs, Vinnie Pervel and Gregg Harris have slept every night since Hurricane Katrina slammed into Southeast Louisiana.
In the bedroom off the balcony, its lace curtains blowing through the open windows, Pervel's 74-year-old mother pulled her rosary from her pocket, a shotgun resting near the antique cherry wood bed and the .38-caliber pistol her son gave her nearby. "Oh dear, what would Father John think," Jennie Pervel laughed as she fingered the beads.
Vinnie Pervel and Harris, who own the 1871 Victorian house on Pelican Street, rigged a car battery to two floodlights and aimed them into the deserted road below. With the floodlights off, the home's gas lanterns formed golden hallows on the porch, the only illumination other than the periodic sweep of searchlights from the military helicopters buzzing overhead.
It's been a terrifying nine days for the four, scrambling for food, water and gasoline for their generator and an arsenal of weapons they feared they would need if complete lawlessness broke out in the historic neighborhood of renovated 19th century homes. The neighborhood having survived the storm without flood damage, Pervel and Harris, both former presidents of the Algiers Point Association, worried that looters and others seeking high ground would invade the community.
Yet they have not had to fire a shot.
And that's a good thing for them. They were not sure if any of the borrowed weapons even worked.
But their fears were based on actual experiences. The day after the hurricane, Pervel was carjacked as he tried to check on his other properties in the neighborhood. Two guys clubbed him on the head with a sledgehammer, grabbed his keys and stole his van, which he had filled with hurricane supplies, a full tank of fuel and his credit cards.
The next afternoon, as Pervel and his mother, Harris and Stubbs stood on their porch, a gunfight between armed neighbors and "looters" erupted on the corner of Pelican and Valette streets, half a block away. The neighbors, whom Pervel would not identify, shot two of the men. "We screamed to Mrs. P., 'Hit the deck,' and she did," Harris said.
"We just couldn't comprehend it, a gun battle in front of your house," said Stubbs, a native of Wales, who lives across the street from Pervel and Harris but has stayed since the storm with them at their "Fort Pelican." "You would walk outside, and your knees were wobbly and your lips would go dry."
After the violence, the men decided they needed protection. Other residents who had stayed during the storm were armed and taking turns checking on neighbors, some of them elderly, who remained in their houses. It was decided that everyone would keep an eye on his block, sharing essential supplies. Pervel, Harris and Stubbs joined them, keeping watch on Pelican and nearby streets.
"There's about 20 or 30 guys in addition to us. We know all of them and where they are," Harris said. "People armed themselves so quickly, rallying together. I think it's why the neighborhood survived."
But Pervel, Harris and Stubbs had a problem. They were without weapons other than a 40-year-old shotgun with no shells. Pervel, who had stayed in contact with many evacuated neighbors through the NOLA.com Web site and by his still-working telephone, got permission from residents to retrieve their guns and supplies from nearby houses.
"I never thought I'd be going into my neighbor's house and taking their guns. We wrote down what gun came from what house so we can return them when they get back," he said.
One neighbor used his dog, T-Bone, as a lookout, chaining him at night to a fire hydrant on a corner. The dog barked if anyone approached, Stubbs said.
The first few nights after the hurricane, Stubbs said they heard gunfire popping all around and saw people walking with flashlights through the streets. A tree had fallen at their corner, spilling a recycling bin full of cans. At the sound of a can rustling, the balcony watch group would flip the switch to the car battery, flooding the street in light, blinding whoever was below.
"We angled the lights so they wouldn't see us on the balcony," said Stubbs, rocking in the chair, smoking a cigarette.
With the area dry and mostly evacuated, they saw only one New Orleans police officer in the first four days after the storm.
"We kept hearing on the radio, 'The military is coming, the military is coming, troops on the ground,' and we kept thinking, 'Where are they?'" Stubbs said. "We really felt alone."
During the day, Pervel's phone rang constantly, with residents calling from Texas, Mississippi, Florida, asking him to check on their homes, feed their pets. The men also made daily visits to deliver food and water to elderly neighbors. "I asked this one 84-year-old lady if she'd eaten, and she told me all she had was a can of Vienna sausages," Harris said. "I wanted to cry when I heard that."
By Tuesday, they'd checked on human beings as well scores of cats and dogs, a parrot, pet rats, two mice and a guinea pig.
"There are several guys in the neighborhood. They had this little task force. They knew everyone who stayed and where we were," said a resident who would only give her first name, Betty. "If it hadn't been to all those guys, making a statement to the looters, I don't know what would have happened.
"Our great fear was fire. If one started, it would have spread so quickly throughout the neighborhood," she said. On Tuesday, she made rounds through the neighborhood, feeding cats and dogs left stranded on the streets.
By Sunday night, tension in the neighborhood had started to release, Harris and Stubbs said, as more and more military vehicles were spotted patrolling the streets. "We really all breathed for the first time when we saw an armored personnel carrier come through," Harris said.
On Tuesday night, two Humvees crept down the road, flashing their lights at the balcony as Pervel lay down on his blanket, removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. With the military on patrol, maybe the balcony watch group could finally get some sleep.
Susan Langenhennig may be reached at suzgranger [at] hotmail.com
For more information:
http://www.nola.com/newslogs/tporleans/ind...
I am who I am; there shall be no back
Door; as my brother Jesus; you can kill my caucus
But my spirit shall live; I stand before the alter;
My father Almighty pleads my cause. My legacy
Have been written in all the scripts of my cause.
Hate me; be me a hero is nothing but a sandwich
When the laws or default. I Blackman need no validation
I am the history of man. Your scorns of unjust
Shall not defile my cause. The circle repeats; 360 degrees
Wisdom is God. For everyman who has slay me through
My emotions; I am the spirit of my brother Jesus, Solomon, Moses. I shall not dye. I am the link to God’s house.
I give to thee the cloth off my back
I give to thee the bread from my table,
I give to thee internal and external gifts of life,
Bestrode under God's given light.
I give the spirits from the Garden of Eden.
Submerging body of life, the purification of love,
I give in sight, love with your heart, not your eyes.
Conversions of our family tree, mercy to mankind,
Oh thou I give to thee, the greatest library in knowledge.
Healing a restoring life. May the peace and blessings of Allah
Heal the wounded and darkness of mans heart.
I give to thee the world in my hands,
I claim nothing, and I give it to Allah our God one God.
Thy shall never forsake thou brother,
For the pain shall pass through the flowing of my vain,
The roots of my family tree, Shall feel the pain.
Love not thy self forsaken others with great Harm,
Sacrifice as our brother who gave up his life.
For who shall turn deaf ear to his brothers call
Shall his family roots be cut from beneath his stall?
I thy brother keeper shall always be his, back when trouble call. I Black Women my brothers left rib God honored.
It is not the mountain on the hill; it is not the sky,
Thy lye upon your head, it is the feeling of great love,
Which makes the world continue to turn.
Let not thy blindness be the defeat of justice for all.
Let not thy roots be turned to rotten roots of earth.
Hear me when I call.
Premises of reality folded into mortal destructions.
Dignity the honor of one’s soul, its not the myths
That makes great men. Its not intentions of a hero,
Without common sense, it is the pride and dignity,
Which man stands. Pride and honor goes hand and hand.
Dignity the Gold cup of diversity there is no clone; God only made one.The entire pretense Of normality, which has no weight.
The Ultimate source of wisdom,
Great intentions, understanding the open tomorrows,
That your future shall continue to subside within the laws,
Conformity has lived, so it shall die.
Understanding the laws of the Universe,
Has no back door. Man that hides from truth
Living throughout life with a bandage to
Sensory epilepsy to cover the sanctuary
of truth.
If thy hold thy peace to darkness of the heart.
The hardening of the rock shall surely die.
Servants that sing its own; rules shall mold away and die.
Thy shall not hold thy peace of righteousness,
The darkness shall no longer sanctions thy truth.
Decaying of a world order, which refuse to confess.
Wombs of earth validated by the scorns of revenges,
Hostage to the devils revenge.
The Abomination of earth bows to a different high.
Immersions transformations of corrupt
Values of individuality weeping that
The soul has no strength of its own.
Books of darkness, shall appear in the light of conscious,
The master of the Universe shall return.
Suppressed words are the source of confusion,
Censorship shall not be voided,
When the laws come from God.
Violations of Dignity shall be erase.
Dignity came in form of a man, and sealed
With salvation the creator grace and love.
Quarrelsome of forbidden fruits, the warriors of faith,
The parasites poisons shall not dictate my fate.
I may fall, but dignity shall be my balance I shall display.
Qualities of courage shall subside.
Self determination shall stand, Self reliance the obligation
That dignity shall stand strong.
Prophetically envisioned the dignity of a man.
Shall be the torch of light, which will continue to burn.
Freeing self from the prisons I will return, the behavior of life,
Justice shall prevail,Even though there is no bell are lights.
Faith bares its on hell; The ultimate measures of a Blackman.
The fountain of tears,
Human nature raises the flag of my brother’s
All countries and ties shall link as one; within great nations of love. Oh the earth opens, as black men cry together we stand.
I reclaim the Universe.
Black men submerging from death to life.
The seas bring words of God,
Great love will be restored,
As men walk together as one,
The rivers open species’ of all black men
Cry the same song, the pain of birth
document the strength as one.
The fountain of tears,
Human nature raises the flag of the black men
All countries and ties, within great nations of love.
Oh thou earth opens, as the black man cry together we stand.
I reclaim the Universe.
Nevertheless, man covers the coloration of man.
Nevertheless, man hides behind Gods Love.
Nevertheless, the eyes reflect the symbol of hate.
Nevertheless, the devil has no loyalty to self.
Nevertheless, he empowers him self to be God.
Wearing the three sixes above his head.
Nevertheless he cries it is someone else’s fault.
Words within darkness hides behind the
Doors wisdom and out house for the Devils rejoiced. Faithless serpents Loyal only to self. God is God follow the sheep not the flock.
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