Will you form with me at the centre.? Any colonials
Good and true..'Will you stand? To confront tyranny?
Here there is a place for you.! all you will need is courage..
And the will to see it through..Will you stand and form
The centre? as they think we still can't do.? Have you seen
Their ramparts cracking? as Hoody drops truth bombs true!
As Jhonny rose to the challenge.' As Riccardo stepped
Up too.' As the cabal is shocked and shaken still i'm
Calling out to you.' As we are waking in the millions! There
Is will and there is right, will you support your neighbour?
Will you; stand up and fight? Will the A D F stand with us.?
Its your people who were hurt, your own fathers mothers
Brothers, they treat your sisters just like dirt.' They built
The concentration camps, and coerced our Aboriginal people
Too.' caring not for any human life, but lied through; their teeth
Right.. through.!
Luanda 1975
It was a fraught time in Luanda, the rebel army (freedom fighters)
was closing in on Luanda, leaving civilians exposed
to rape, murder and pillage.
The Portuguese army had dastardly skulked away and
General Spinola was in Lisbon playing politics
Colonialism was over, but there was fear of its ending
when hatred had to be sated.
Among the white population, there was a fatalistic mien
drowning their fear like the sinking Titanic, loud music, booze
and dancing, everything to live a little longer.
Then came the Germans (foreign legion) took charge
staved off the incoming, undisciplined riff-raff army
long enough for people to get on ships and planes to get
the hell out; as for the Germans found their way out to
South Africa.
The aftermath:
When hatred of the colonials subsided, the new Angola
found they needed the know-how of the settlers they
were invited back.
Today, thousands of Portuguese live to thrive in harmony
with the black population,
How far is far?
To travel on horse and cart from Algarve
To Lisbon took days, but there were Inns
For a traveller to rest and stable the horses.
Not that many trekked from Algarve
seen as a throwback
From the days of the Muslims and poverty.
It was the British ex. Colonials, in the dwindling
Empire, who settled here; the Algarve is now
famous as a tourist destination.
I drove around, before motorways, with my dog
Portugal is a beautiful country.
On the motorway, there is nothing to see
Except for the rush of destination,
And Portugal is smaller than it used to be.
The ancient cracking bookcase stuttered
Books trembled upon the shelves,
Then scattering across the rug bound floor
Where they took up new residence.
Those left in the bookshelf
started to rock back and forth
hoping to join the colonials on the floor.
Universal Education,
It’s no secret it’s no surprise that no one degree is set equal,
My question if money is universal and cash is on hand,
When money come digitally could one be forgiving of the debt ceiling,
I’ m no astronaut freedom above the land similar among quick sand,
But if money is universal and if the top one percent owned closed to 40 percent,
Of wealth what is it of a helping hand,
It’s like my dad said you can’t take money with you after you are dead,
It like a map and of the map is of land price not of stock but of food,
For a civilization and,
For a civilization to be going backers is to ask a question,
What if Columbus did not found America,
What if the Spanish never colonials,
Would the Boston massacre even need to been mention,
Is taxes of us or of history,
To not know of history take it for granted are we truly of free will,
Domination of economic where does freedom stands of a equal third fifth of,
A man set part of skill of equal education,
Universal Education.
There are dark elements
in the humanity died and ends
in a silver palace of lights
in secrecy of hearts.
Love is a means forward
takes a person in a journey onward
Feeling the legacy of colonials
the colonized changing hearts.
Comes in a different crafts
Gone without looking back
But the trace is marked aback
Colonialism is a dark.
If the story is created
Then later is discarded
Decided to a finish a piece
Let the eyes see the bliss.
Gleaned from embracing arms
falling from a quite charm
all drown with magical powers
the powers to cheat.
There is only power of truth
and it is generating wealth and health
that later destroys their faith
upon reaching the devil's summit.
I love you peace. Let's sail together. Layag Sug!
In-flight, 7:36PM. 050515 over South China Sea
Like the lions, we form a massive pride.
We can step forward, and take a long stride.
Behold a brighter sun rising in the east.
The colonials’ rule over our land has ceased.
Their laws governing us have been forced to rescind.
See our new flag waving steadily in the wind.
We are people with a future that will be glorious.
We ask the rest of the world to recognize us.
All should be proud of our accomplishments.
Hear ye; we proclaim this state of independence.
Arise children, and witness a new dawn is breaking.
The bright eastern sun rises. It’s time for awaking.
We now tread upon our land in newly found freedom.
Yesterday’s yoke of encumbrance was a conundrum.
We climb the mountains and cross the rivers of our own.
No longer are there distant powers we must condone.
Take a handful of the fertile soil of our home ground.
Witness the growing fruits of our labors all around.
The colonials that drained the life out of our land
have departed soon after our people took a stand.
Voices raised high proclaim this state of independence.
Together, we can assure it maintains permanence.
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The tribe of tribes of South Africa
Lead by their king Shaka
1816 they formed their state
As they head into history
What be their fate
British Conflict, internal rife
13 kinglets loss of life
Rorke's Drift 1879
Mission manned, all was fine
British soldiers, African colonials
Squared up to the Zulu swell
Attack after attack,
Murderous aggression
Who really won
This theatre session
KwaZulu homeland, now KwaZulu-Natal
Buthelizi, Inkatha political hell
Members of the above and the ANC
Fight amongst themselves
For the country they want free
This mighty tribe, over a century ago
Powerful and strong, as their neighbours would know
But in this modern world, as history has told
Another tribe no longer the bold.
I've got something wrapped
around my finger
It's to remember my phones tapped
and to be wary of the stranger wanting only to linger
I've got a penny
for my thoughts
It's for the boatman
when they silence my opposing thoughts
I wish I could fly
off to Dublin
And free myself from the lie
That spells change P-A-L-I-N
Sly like a Fox
their culture of fear
prevents ones from thinking outside the box
instead we pick the candidate more likely to enjoy a beer
The public eye is blind
that misses the truths
and removes what is just from the mind
and kills common sense in voting booths
Did Germany ask
the Nazis to change post bellum country?
Did the colonials take the British to task
only to support their continuing policy?
The publics' third eye
is shrouded in the fickle
People would rather know which couple said good-bye
than know how to resolve this pickle
America's on life support
The truth is covered
justice is the only abort
legal in our culture of fear and different ideas undiscovered