Tuesday, 8 November 2011

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.

Tuesday, 1 November 2011

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.