An internationally circulated poem...

Banned in the USA

It seems the Navy finds my poetry (and no doubt my existence) objectionable. Well, I
ain't exactly feelin like they the 'Black Star Liner' either. I got genetic
inclinations that make me dislike the thought of American ships sailing. But I
digress...here in the land where we prize freedom and democracy I am the not surprized
recipient of a knee-jerk response from the
Navy to my poem Knee-Jerk. Please read below:

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Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2001 10:21:32 -0400
From: [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Subject: [soa] Knee Jerk
To: [EMAIL PROTECTED]

Here is the objectionable poem:
Knee-Jerk

If

some one breaks

into your house

What do you do?

Do you think its natural to feed a thief?

Does it make sense to nurture a batterer?

Does it matter?

Should you be strong or right?

Which makes you feel safe at night?

There is a time to fight

There is a time to pray

Confuse the two ... you have no say

â?

Is anyone watching the stage?

Magicians are in play

This trick may be beyond a fade

Madness uncaged

Long ago the clock said 13

When I said pay attention

When I said I seen

Ya called me rabblerouser

Welcome to my dream

Where do you begin?

Where does chaos end?

Is your enemy you?

When I start with red and white I naturally get blu

Imagine my pain

The black nature

Of my bruise

Donâ?Tt let this hurt ya feeins boo

But

Chickens roosting

Feelin real true

Watch the ball bounce

Holler when I hit you

Founded in blood

Forged with a lack of love

Stolen from the indigenous

Built with the labor of folks l call us

In your god we trust

Democracy went bust

Sometime after the tea party

Ya sat out

With malice and due fore thought

To steal

Bamboozle

& Bully

Teddy only charged cleared hills

& if the Iroquois only knew

that after you stole the long house book

you would pollute the essence

like crooks

in James holy book

they would have never wrote it

only told it

as your ears flapped in the wind

on your severed skin

You killer of buffalo self determination and human aspiration

You container of dreams and home grown ambition

harness us all so your destiny can be manifest

heaven forbid we second guess genocide

truncation of nations

wholesale annihilation of the fabric of usness

so that you may breathe in the key of unrestrained greed

ya self ya feed

let the rest bleed

sow seeds of sedition

and

gasp in horror at your harvest

ya

counterthink

nature

you an offense

to natural

you propped up by the sheep amuck shepherds that feed on the flock

ya wanna drag me in a scrape ya ass got in by being the bully on the block

but ya call me crazy if I take a police station with 7 mad niggas and two

glocks

cuz

ya knocking innocent heads up in my spot

Ya talk about peace

But

only feel when its you talkin

in a space poor folks

know not to lite

so

they keep walking

Round in circles

instead a

stalking ways to outline you in chalk

They trying to fit into your blocks

Blind to the tramtization

Of

Acculturation

At

Any price

Only the most high knows where the madness stops

when those forced to exist on force fed ****

scream in disconnected rage

"I wanna feed some body ****"

I refuse to lose the lite up in diz

Smoke and mirrors ainâ?Tt new in this ****

In a valley of deception

Sudden truth would be a flipped script

Excuse me for questioning the authorship

Or better yet kiss my past

While ya search for conscripts

I remember a note somewhere

That says miss me with this

Here in the land o f crooked house bluz

I got my own agenda

That will not stand an appendage

Buzy trying find its own legs

Screaming with absolute authority

No justice no peace.

Ret to die on my feet

Tired of living on my knees

Free me

And ya wont have

To remind me

Ya the land of the free.



Wordslanger 2001
©


I stand by every syllable of it. I never sent it to the Navy, what I look like
spitting at the devil. I have no control over what the people in the Navy choose to
read. Son's of Africa is a voluntary subscription electronic publication and if the
powers that be in the Navy do not wish their personnel to not subscribe then they
should handle that with them. As I understand my first amendment rights I have the
right to voice my opinion and you have it above.

In my article 'Response with Violence ?/Response to Violence' I stated:

"Things have become more restrictive here overnight. People around the world tremble,
many wary, rest uneasy as past recipients of our foreign policy.

We can't go stomping around the world like a petulant child hitting everyone we don't
like...it ain't cool, it ain't right, and if it was an attack from without somebody is
willing to try and stop us. Answer the question from the
attackers point of view, you asked if someone attacked your home should you strike
back? Without justice peace is impossible.
Perhaps America should learn to speak another language. I know it may be difficult the
whole founded in blood maintained in blood thing withstanding if we continue to speak
in violence others will communicate in a language we can understand.

I have left open the door that this was an act from with in...the United States has
shown me that it knows how to set acceptable limits to accomplish a task. I know there
is no great love of human life exemplified in the dealings of my government. I am
aware of corruption, malfeasance, dereliction of duty, misappropriation, fraud and
attempts at genocide...I don't find the scenario of US government orchestration or
involvement implausible with the desired end being carte blanch goose stepping abroad
and at home.*
No matter how I approach the problem I arrive at the same doorstep.

The flags I see fluttering disturb me...I couldn't fix on why until now ...now I hear
it echoing in my head in my own voice as I child...I pledge allegiance to the
flag....One Nation, INDIVISIABLE,..with justice and liberty
for ALL...When?

Wordslanger

As a side note:
I am the wrong person to teach that justice comes from the barrel of a gun..."

Again all the hate mail withstanding I stand by every word of it and you aint heard
the last of me. I have never been silent about homegrown oppression or what i feel
viable solutions are...i have no intention of joining the majick
pony show in the third ring, you better check the pedigree I live in fire, heat don't
skeer me.
*A friend who is a political analyst told me to watch my back that this is what Bush's
newly created 'Department of Homeland Security' is for, to round up the people who
disagree with the 90% (??) of the populace who are ret to die for what this country
stands for.

Well, if they come for me, I got some shit they need to hear, no doubt. I am about
slangin get free words for a populace needy of lite...I take my calling seriously.

So I will continue to say what I see, if ya don't like it then dont read me. For my
folks who got they eyes open and can feel where I am coming from let me know you out
there. Hit me up, and counterbalance some of this hate they heaping on me. I just need
to know you out there and I ain't tending a flame that no one can see. Choose your
light carefully and remember wordz are easy it takes the actionof human hands to move
an agenda.

One,
Word
Drum Major 4 The Bantu Nation
Live From The Crooked House 2001