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Hubert Harrison
His name is a mystery
Written out of history
Because he left no stone unturned
From every source he learned
All exploiters he spurned
From Booker T. Washington to Marcus Garvey
He boldly exposed the pawns of racist

Comrade Jonathan Jackson
Our communist Black son
Your name be still ringing
Your praises we still singing
Took courage in hand
And ran wild
Across the history
Page
Took on the capitalist system
Dared to resist them
With

Why do we like
To proclaim,
That we are kings and queens
From royalty we came?

It was a response to
White supremacist lies,
That compared to Europeans
Afrikans were never civilized.

To counter these claims
The

Malcolm X once said
We’ll stand up to get free
When we wake up
Open pour eyes and see
Our human worth
Cuz we been degraded from birth
Taught to see something
Praiseworthy in being insulted
Spat

Some return in coffins
draped with flags,
Some with limbs missing
Some with minds in tatters and rags.

Disembarking planes
Met on runways by their missus,
And children aged in their absence
A reunion of hugs and kisses

Your experiences

During slavery
Black folks would often invent
Figures of speech and words
That were meant
To express their grievances
And anger
But in a way
As to avoid the danger
Of arousing the
Wraith and violence
Of the owners
Without

You a playa hater?
That’s no reason to hate me
Cuz I ain’t a player
Enough clowns already in the community.

But you despise me
Why I don’t have a clue.
Eyeing me with suspicion
What the fuck I do?

Dare to struggle dare to win!
With clenched fist in the air
We will win power to the people
United in resistance we’ll get there

Fight fail fight fail!
Do it over and over again
We’ll get better each time

Zionists and Nazis

The exact same plan,

Erase a people deny their history

Take their land.

To displace

Brown faces

Replace their space

The aim…

Palestine erased.

A land without

A people?

They said the same about

The Indians

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