Buffalo Cow
A black figure
tied to a post
heaving deep sigh
reflecting
silently
on days going by,
deep thoughts
caressing her heart’s core
like tides
touching the shore.
Would that
like other ladies
she could have done her hair
made herself up like fairies
with powder and lip-stick
roamed and wandered on high heels
in a car
and ate different cuisines.
But alas!
no one cares for BLACKS
whole world is silent
this question whenever asked
is always put on racks.
Watching apartheid
wanted she
also to fight for her rights
to go on hunger strikes
to get placated
to be consoled by the state
both first and fourth estate.
Everyone who matters should have pleaded
and when asked who she was?
Arrogantly she should have flaunted
her connections
that the transporter of Yama
is her maternal uncle
but nothing happens
since her existence
she, equipped with horns like weapon
produces milk for our kids
nourishing our progeny to growth
yet she is tied to a post
as ordained for her
and she frightfully
asks a question to the Ordainer
how long she has to suffer.
(The poem was written keeping in mind Dr. Nelson Mendela and Martin Luthar King fight for the rights of African and American Black respectively./2010)
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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Whipping Post
I been run down, I been lied to,
I dont know why I let that mean woman make me a fool.
She took all my money, wrecked my new car.
Now shes with one of my goodtime buddies,
Theyre drinkin in some crosstown bar.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, I feel like Im dyin.
My friends tell me, that Ive been such a fool,
And I have to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin you.
Drown myself in sorrow, and I look at what youve down.
But nothin seems to change, the bad times stay the same,
And I cant run.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, I feel like Im dyin.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, I feel like Im dyin.
Transcribed by rich kulawiec, [email protected]
song performed by by Allman Brothers Band
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The Whipping Post
I been run down, i been lied to,
I don't know why i let that mean woman make me a fool.
She took all my money, wrecked my new car.
Now she's with one of my goodtime buddies,
They're drinkin' in some crosstown bar.
Sometimes i feel, sometimes i feel,
Like i been tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, i feel like i'm dyin'.
My friends tell me, that i've been such a fool,
And i have to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin' you.
Drown myself in sorrow, and i look at what you've down.
But nothin' seems to change, the bad times stay the same,
And i can't run.
Sometimes i feel, sometimes i feel,
Like i been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, i feel like i'm dyin'.
Sometimes i feel, sometimes i feel,
Like i been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, i feel like i'm dyin'.
Transcribed by rich kulawiec, [email protected]
song performed by by Allman Brothers Band
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In the darkness of your skin
In the darkness of your skin
Is the ancestral love of men
In your eyes, yes deep within
Is the love that can but win
Your hands must be posed to defend
The love that loves itself as kin
Brother to brother sister to sister
We blacks have come to discover
The ease of loving each other
A battle fought hard and won
Under the African and American sun
Be it for the poets to say
That in matter of the heart we know the way
To praise by the motion of our pens
The glorious love of men for men
We warn you brother do not condemn
What it is that you do not understand
Except your brother as friend
For he is needed in the battle
Of the fight that we must fight
To hold in heart the American rights
Be you not ashamed if he put on a grown
Be you not ashamed if he put on make-up
And don a wig to wear as a grown
But see him true as a work of art
let not his masquerade set him apart
If you think true that your God deny
Then you must be brave to question why
poem by David E. Patton
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Give Me A Cause To Fight For
Give me a cause to fight for I'll fight for it as long as the cause is worthy and just
As long as the cause it does not entail violence or secrecy that does lead to mistrust
As long as the cause is of benefit to others like the forgotten children of the lesser god
Poor refugees who flee from war and famine the Stateless and the homeless and downtrod.
Give me a cause to fight for I'll fight for it though not in any violent way I'll fight
On Human Rights one never should stay silent to live free of persecution should be everybody's right
Even in some so called Democratic Countries political prisoners are being tortured and subjected to the worst of mental as well as physical abuse
All crimes against humanity are abhorrent and for them there cannot be an excuse.
Give me a cause to fight for I'll fight for it as it should be every Human Being's right to live free
Of religious and racial discrimination and of hunger, Homelessness and poverty
We often hear in post war propaganda they have their freedom now that the war is won
But those who say such things never realize that freedom never does come through the barrel of a gun.
Give me a cause to fight for I'll fight for it though I'll fight the fight with words and words alone
I am not without sin I am just a sinner so I won't be the first to cast the stone
In this so called age of enlightenment people's Human Rights upon are still trampled and bad things happen behind the prison wall
So give me a cause to fight for and I'll fight for it I will speak out for a fair go for all.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Fight For Your Rights
Cant break the chains
Cant solve the pain
Cant rhyme problem with reason
Not taking sides
Just asking why
Does the pain eat the children
Who wrote the bible
Who set the laws
Are we left to historys flaws
And if youre out there
Then let me hear (hey)
And take a look in the mirror
Fight fight for your rights
Fight fight for your rights
Cant name no names
Of whos to blame
For cries out in the sky
Were all slaves to time
No colors right
Throw our hate into the fire
Martin luther
Brought the truth
The color of our bloods the same
So break the chains
And solve the pains
And we all become one race
Fight fight for your rights
Fight fight for your rights
Oh, people, people
Is the scar too deep
You cant hold a mans soul
By the color of his keys
A tear of blood runs from my eye
But somehow I can never
Make you...cry...
song performed by by Motley Crue
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Why Me
Why me? was the question running down my spine Why me? so i asked myself Why me? Why me? my heart was panting for an answer Why me? my brain could not find an answer at last it gave a reasonable one that made a lot of meaning I am left in a lonely world, to make me to reason that this world is not worth living Boko Haram sect became a terror Vampire they became over night sucking human blood at will killing innocent victims with out impunity The people turn to shred, through the bomb blast killing them for nothing No shelter to live for survival No food to eat for the day No water to sustain life in turbulence A country we see without a government When people are wiped out of existence, the government will rule the dust of the earth with a pity The government can only pity those that are dead and buried Their people suffer brain touch, heavy heart, crying eyes with out control They suffer without care from the government Why me? was my question do we call this a government The government that sleeps when the houses are on fire Fire the houses are burnt to black dust and crumbs as we touch it again and again Mend are threatening to carry firearms to fight the government that cannot run state affairs The government is sleeping while her house is on fire My country Nigeria is on fire, sitting on the keg of gun powder blasting in the air and we can do nothing
poem by Olayemi Ayo
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We have been such Great Friends
love, it is rude
for you to ask me
to give up what has
been closest to my heart
- my special rights, my roses
i felt offended,
dishonoured, insecure
and of course furious
you have asked
for the one thing
that means quite the
most to me
perhaps, you do not
treasure me anymore
and want to part ways
let me be blunt about it
to drive some brains into you
it is also in the way
you have asked
not that i care a hoot about
what you have asked
but to ask me to give up
my freedom, is stepping
on my freedom
tearing up my world
you would have wronged me
less if you have just asked
or even pleaded with me
whether to have that special rights
shared with you, extended to you
the former earns you a scorn
the latter you know the way that i am
a laugh together with you or even at you
you know we have been such great friends
and you know the way i am
you should not have even asked
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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For a Good Cause and Care
Tides are high
Tides are deep
With a sigh
I cannot sleep,
Thinking of my long hair
I wish I could keep.
To cut it I would not dare
For I know it is a part of me.
However I know that hair
Grows back within each week
And I know I have the heart to share.
Even though for a moment I will weep,
It is for a good cause and care,
For my hair will grow back everytime I sleep
Just as much as tides are high
Tides are deep
Even if they go away in a chime,
They come back and up the beach they creep
Every day and for all of time.
So I know I can always keep
My hair for it will grow as tides do each time
As the seas swells and heaves as it sleeps.
poem by Music Galore
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Traveling through the orbits of love
Traveling through the orbits of love
You always followed me
Hiding yourself behind hideous secrets
The tedious question I always asked
At mid way meeting as train pulled in
Who is the one you love?
With whom your soul yearn to be
Are you ready to accept me hence?
From all my mad habits I recovered
It took me a long pause to ask
It last more for you to answer
The train pulled out
The earth beneath me trembled
My world darkened on me
So strange you did not stay
So inhabitant is the station without you
Against trifle and ecstasy that we knew
Love is the remedy
Hidden thoughts meaningless words
Again iterate the question
Who is the one you love
Would you love me?
Would you accept me?
Since I shelled my old rascal skin
So I contemplate while lying in bed
You where no where to answer
I waited long in cold bed for reply
My heart pulled out of my chest
The earth beneath the bed shock
So strange you are not here
So lonely the world is without you
So deafen is the air clear
Who is the one you love
With whom you will be
The freighted earth shook
The mad lighting shot
The birds to the air took
So strange you are not
And I am abandoned in the knot
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Cowardice asks the question - is it safe?
Vanity asks the question - is it popular?
Expediency asks the question - is it political?
But conscience asks the question - is it right?
There comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, popular, or political; but because it is right.
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Cowardice asks the question - is it safe?
Expediency asks the question - is it politic?
Vanity asks the question - is it popular?
But conscience asks the question - is it right?
And there comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular; but one must take it because it is right.
quote by Martin Luther King
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Martin Luther King Junior
Today is Martin Luther King Junior's birthday; a day that we celebrate.
Without his influence, Barack Obama probably wouldn't be the President of the United States.
He wanted black people to have equal rights.
He didn't cower in the face of this fight.
He knew that some people are consumed by hate.
Sadly one of those people took his life in 1968.
Martin Luther King Junior died for what he believed in.
People shouldn't be prejudice because of the color of skin.
poem by Randy Johnson
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Morbid Thoughts
Yeah I have violent thoughts sometimes.
Does that make me a violent person?
I think not.
As a sickness these thoughts bring humor to my heart.
Yes I laugh at a dream of beating my boss in the car over and over again in repetition indefinitely.
This is because he does 110 in a 55 like the song and I don't why except I do.
He might be suicidal, and might want to die.
Yes I laugh at a dream of a yodeling cat tied up in a plastic bag slowly suffocating.
This is of course because she won't stop yodeling.
These morbid thoughts last mere seconds, acting them out would scar me for years.
A conscious that would disappear.
I do feel both pain and guilt.
Even if at it seems at time as if I don't.
Am I reassuring myself or you?
That's a question that needs to be asked.
I know I'm not crazy it is everyone else.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Get Up, Stand Up
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: dont give up the fight!
Preacherman, dont tell me,
Heaven is under the earth.
I know you dont know
What life is really worth.
Its not all that glitters is gold;
alf the story has never been told:
So now you see the light, eh!
Stand up for your rights. come on!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: dont give up the fight!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: dont give up the fight!
Most people think,
Great God will come from the skies,
Take away everything
And make everybody feel high.
But if you know what life is worth,
You will look for yours on earth:
And now you see the light,
You stand up for your rights. jah!
Get up, stand up! (jah, jah!)
Stand up for your rights! (oh-hoo!)
Get up, stand up! (get up, stand up!)
Dont give up the fight! (life is your right!)
Get up, stand up! (so we cant give up the fight!)
Stand up for your rights! (lord, lord!)
Get up, stand up! (keep on struggling on!)
Dont give up the fight! (yeah!)
We sick an tired of-a your ism-skism game -
Dyin n goin to heaven in-a jesus name, lord.
We know when we understand:
Almighty God is a living man.
You can fool some people sometimes,
But you cant fool all the people all the time.
So now we see the light (what you gonna do? ),
We gonna stand up for our rights! (yeah, yeah, yeah!)
So you better:
Get up, stand up! (in the morning! git it up!)
Stand up for your rights! (stand up for our rights!)
Get up, stand up!
Dont give up the fight! (dont give it up, dont give it up!)
Get up, stand up! (get up, stand up!)
Stand up for your rights! (get up, stand up!)
Get up, stand up! ( ... )
Dont give up the fight! (get up, stand up!)
Get up, stand up! ( ... )
Stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up!
Dont give up the fight! /fadeout/
song performed by by Bob Marley
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Real World
I remember me sittin on my daddys
Knee
Dreamin about what life had in store for me
When I look back now it really makes me mad
The years I took for granted were the best I had
School was alright
Gave me time to fantasize
But one day I woke up
And I realized
Im livin in the real world
Everythings written in black and white
Livin in the real world
Where you dont get nothin unless you fight
I wanna relax but I dont know how
The pressures on me are much stronger now
I remember the days I didnt have a care
Aside from being afraid somebodyd cut my hair
I wanna make it
Before my chances are gone
They say be patient
But it takes too long
Im livin in the real world
Everythings written in black and white
Livin in the real world
Where you dont get nothin unless you fight
Real world
Where there aint no holiday in sight
Livin in the real world
Where you dont get nothin unless you fight
Someday soon Ill settle down for
Good
There was a time I thought I never would
Im gonna live with a lady on a quiet beach
Im gonna have three kids, maybe one of each
Ive got to make it
Before my chances are gone
They say be patient
But it takes too long
Im livin in the real world
Everythings written in black and white
Livin in the real world
Where you dont get nothin unless you fight
Real world
Where there aint no holiday in sight
Livin in the real world
Where you dont get nothin unless you fight
song performed by by Richard Marx
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Tied Up (7' Version)
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Gulemo Dilemma
Gulemo Dilemma
Tie me up, the city heat
Bring the bell, go down the street
Tie me up to the Babaumba Beat
Try to beat, try to fight
Take me back into the ring tonight
Shake it up, beat down the beat
Shake it up to the Babaumba Heat
It's the African Queen, we got the summer night grand
It's the African Queen, the hottest lady in town
It's the African Queen, who keeps me on my feet
It's the African Queen, the Babaumba Beat
All you need is love
Take my heart
And hold me tight forever, forever
Bombo-yo, ko ko ko bombo ya
Bombo-yo, ko ko ko bombo ya
Bombo-yo, ko ko ko bombo ya
Ring the bell
Roll down the street
Tie me up into the city heat
Take me guys, keep up the beat
Bring the bell into the city heat
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Gulemo Dilemma
Gulemo Dilemma
Got awaaaaaaaaaay
Got awaaaaaaaaaay
Got awaaaaaaaaaay (de-le-maaaaaa)
(bal-du-ah)
Take me guys, keep up the beat
Bring the bell into the city heat
Got awaaaaaaaaaay eko-ahll-ahhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ring the bell, roll down the street
Tie me up into the city heat
Take me guys, keep up the beat
Bring the bell into the city heat
Take it up, beat on the beat
Shake it up, the Babaumba Beat
Keep your cool, keep cool your mind
Shift the beat, you're one of a kind
Kick the gong, beef up the beat
Back to hell into the city heat
Hit the bell, roll down the street
Tie me up to the Babaumba Beat
Take the beat, take the fight
Take me back into the ring tonight
It's the African Queen, we got the summer night grand
It's the African Queen, the hottest lady in town
It's the African Queen, who keeps me on my feet
It's the African Queen, the Babaumba Beat
Gulemo Dilemma
It's the African Queen, we got the summer night grand
It's the African Queen, the hottest lady in town
It's the African Queen, who keeps me on my feet
It's the African Queen, the Babaumba Beat
All you need is love
Take my heart and hold me tight forever, forever
song performed by by Yello
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Tied Up (7' Version)
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Gulemo Dilemma
Gulemo Dilemma
Tie me up, the city heat
Bring the bell, go down the street
Tie me up to the Babaumba Beat
Try to beat, try to fight
Take me back into the ring tonight
Shake it up, beat down the beat
Shake it up to the Babaumba Heat
It's the African Queen, we got the summer night grand
It's the African Queen, the hottest lady in town
It's the African Queen, who keeps me on my feet
It's the African Queen, the Babaumba Beat
All you need is love
Take my heart
And hold me tight forever, forever
Bombo-yo, ko ko ko bombo ya
Bombo-yo, ko ko ko bombo ya
Bombo-yo, ko ko ko bombo ya
Ring the bell
Roll down the street
Tie me up into the city heat
Take me guys, keep up the beat
Bring the bell into the city heat
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Gulemo Dilemma
Gulemo Dilemma
Got awaaaaaaaaaay
Got awaaaaaaaaaay
Got awaaaaaaaaaay (de-le-maaaaaa)
(bal-du-ah)
Take me guys, keep up the beat
Bring the bell into the city heat
Got awaaaaaaaaaay eko-ahll-ahhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ring the bell, roll down the street
Tie me up into the city heat
Take me guys, keep up the beat
Bring the bell into the city heat
Take it up, beat on the beat
Shake it up, the Babaumba Beat
Keep your cool, keep cool your mind
Shift the beat, you're one of a kind
Kick the gong, beef up the beat
Back to hell into the city heat
Hit the bell, roll down the street
Tie me up to the Babaumba Beat
Take the beat, take the fight
Take me back into the ring tonight
It's the African Queen, we got the summer night grand
It's the African Queen, the hottest lady in town
It's the African Queen, who keeps me on my feet
It's the African Queen, the Babaumba Beat
Gulemo Dilemma
It's the African Queen, we got the summer night grand
It's the African Queen, the hottest lady in town
It's the African Queen, who keeps me on my feet
It's the African Queen, the Babaumba Beat
All you need is love
Take my heart and hold me tight forever, forever
song performed by by Yello
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The curate had the grace to blush
The young curate grew quite harassed
discussing sexuality.
Because he was so embarrased
Although he tried quite doggedly.
When questioned on conjugal rights.
By a young lady to be wed
He tried to be so definite
of duties which pertained to bed.
He stated blithely that a man
had appetites he must fulfil
What rights she asked, had the woman?
The question was beyond his skill.
He only knew what he’d been taught.
Naïve and inexperienced
He did not have a stock retort
and what he said made little sense.
He thought he’d better call a halt.
Refer the lady to the priest
and readily admit his fault.
It did not matter in the least.
The priest could only say the same
relying on the churches rule
He too had never played the game
which left him looking like a fool
The question was legitimate
Why should only men have rights
and women submit to their mate.
She rightly thought would lead to fights.
Neither of them could satisfy
the lady’s curiosity
and she was left to wonder why.
The church favoured celibacy.
You can’t advise if you don’t know
the subject you are asked about.
Which to the lady served to show
the churches failings without doubt.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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I Told Myself
I told myself
You do love me
Is it really true?
She asked me
I told myself
You care for me
Are you really sure?
She asked me
I told myself
You do miss me
As often as you?
She asked me
I told myself
You need me too
Are you guessing?
She asked me
I told myself
You never tell me
Why on Earth?
She asked me
I told myself
You hide a lot…
Is that friendship?
She asked me
I told myself
You think too much
Does he not feel?
She asked me
Tell me, my love
What shall I say?
To all those queries
That she asked me...
How should I answer?
What should I ponder?
Tell me the truth
For she still asks me...
You For Me
And Me For You
Is it the Future?
One last Question
She did ask me.
I don’t have the answers
Yet she keeps asking me…
May be, she knows,
One day, one moment
You’ll let her know
How you feel for me...
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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