A Call of Duty

Lord give me the guidance to see right from wrong.

Give me the wisdom to write of what must be undone.

Help me to understand that protest now

Seems alarmingly about how

Europeans fear capitalism is about to treat them,

When for years it’s been killing other millions.

Let us recognise this isn’t about saving our own kin

But ending a system that starves shades of darker skin.

May those who look like me

Ignore lies delivered by people they see

As looking like themselves.

Relating to stories they tell

Which are unfounded.

Please keep me grounded

When I become frustrated at tales of benefit cheats

Yet your Son loved the meek,

For let them inherit the earth

From tax haven funds of trillions more worth.

Let us reveal that the credit crunch

Has shown us every day is in fact White History Month,

As an unraveling system of economic oppression

Shows itself as colonialism by financial intervention.

May we remember that history is not a gone and forgotten,

But an evolution of the past into a rotten

Present and future. There is no line

Between now and yesteryear. Time

Is the fruit of what was sown.

Those who have, don’t want that known.

Lord, please give us the wisdom to see what is,

What was, and what should be. Let ignorant bliss

Fall, as Martin Luther King knew the score

Of white moderates being the greatest threat to the poor.

Blindly living a lie that beds them with the people

Who perpetrate the greatest forms of evil.

Help us to see that quality of life resides in the hearts

Still pumping because we choose life over the parts

Of smart phones that cause girls to be violated

For raw materials that see villages annihilated.

May we undo what the Bible and guns,

In white hands have done.

For our morality has been defined by our inventions,

Musket and sail allowed slavery through military intervention.

May the Good Book’s pages be turned so that we find

That you love those with strength who are humble and kind.

And show us that advancement comes not from the material.

But from the evolution of the human spirit. All

Wealth to be shared,
Food, shelter and welfare.

Our call of duty not for modern warfare.

Simply a world for all… Fair.

Don't call it a cometh back

Haven’t written much lately…

But reading Anne LeDoes Politically,

And it lit the fuse.

You see I used

To rhyme

Every time

To make a point.

An MC who can’t rap to make his point,

So poetry gave me the get go

To be part of hip hop and I let go.

With influences from Chuck D

To the Roots, Nas and Kweli

(Not forgetting Guru…RIP).

Enough of the madness to my method,

I wanted to talk about St Paul’s siding with Herod.

A classic case in the news,

Of the Church not playing God’s tune.

Where are the Archbishops’ saying

They disapprove of capitalism’s slayings?

Don’t get me wrong I’m a Christian and I make mistakes.

I beg forgiveness for the times I don’t give, but take.

The problem I have is

The Church of England still has this

Sin yet to be forgiven.

Yeah I remember 2007.

When Rev’s wore t shirts with how sorry they were from the heart

Of the Church’s role in tearing Africa apart.

Don’t get me wrong, this wasn’t about missionaries,

No this position still seems un-visionary.

The context of their shame

Was they felt they too were to blame

For enslaving people

When singing hymns to Him that said all were equal.

Well yeah… blame? When their plantation

Branded the skin of those to be known as Bajan

With the word SOCIETY on African backs.

Can’t imagine the searing pain of that.

But a white Church like white folk

Can look back and joke.

When you’re not affected, you know,

You can just claim it was all along time ago.

So if the C of E

Really wanted to please He,

Would they not stand on the steps of St Pauls

And cry out to banks and all

That to still rape women for Coltan

And dump toxic waste on Africans,

To tell the IPCC not just to get a life

But to fork pork to save lives.

Would they not say those things?

Or is His image wrapped in too much bling?

Lord forgive us, we know not what we do.

But I can’t trust these people to guide me to you.