Kaffa
Stolen fay Africa
Selt in te slavery
Plantation Kaffa
Property o the 'Company'
The best o yur youth
Kidnapped awa'
By the liars wha preach truth
In the might o the la'
The rape o a nation
Manpower, brain drain
They offer salvation
In the slums o Brixton
Generations on the Dole
Tenement Zulu
Nay life nay role
Oppurtunities few
poem by John Mcleish
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State Of The Nation
You can walk, or you can run
You dont have to be someone
I went on a summer cruise
Upon an ocean born to lose
My brother said that he was dead
I saw his face and shook my head
Can you see where we cant be
Were losing our blood in the sea
cause its the state of the nation
Thats holding our salvation
Yes, its the state of the nation
Thats holding our salvation
Oh, the state of the nation
Is causing deprivation
Oh, the state of the nation
Is causing deprivation
From my home I traveled far
I drove in my stolen car
When it broke down, I kissed the ground
cause I dont kiss when youre around
I dont find that I have been
The portrait of an only son
If thats the case, then who could tell
Where my story had begun?
Cause its the state of the nation
Thats holding our salvation
Yes, its the state of the nation
Thats holding our salvation
Yes, the state of the nation
Thats causing deprivation
Oh, the state of the nation
Thats causing deprivation
Even now, Im all alone
Behind a wall thats made of stone
I think about where we have been
And all the sights that could be seen
I know it all could be worthwhile
If only I could force a smile
Now we turn our backs to the sea
The shame of a nation well never be
Cause its the state of the nation
Thats holding our salvation
Yes, its the state of the nation
Thats holding our salvation
Oh, the state of the nation
Is causing deprivation
Yes, the state of the nation
Is causing deprivation
song performed by by New Order
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Shaka The Zulu
Here he comes with his muscular
body, in his hands lay the symbol
of Africa the symbol that have sent
many great warriors six feet beneath.
The sound of his voice bring silence
among the bird of the sky.
Shaka the son of Zulu he believe that he
is a true son of Africa.In the battle field
with the great symbol of Africa in his hands
he believe that nobody can defeat him, his
peer believe that he is a god among the
living creature.
Shaka the Zulu he believe in the black power
with iron hands he rule the people of Zulu with
the help of the witch doctors he conquer the
Africa.The name Shaka bring fear in the camp
of the white.
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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Africa with Magic and Miracle
The magic of africa is in africa
magic shine only in your heart
while miracle shine all around
your life
magic magic magic
magic are not real
magic cann't save life
than death yet some come every
now and then
looting stealing
our magic with happiness
unknowing to them that
magic are not real
miracle miracle miracle
miracle is full of joyfulness
africans remain joyfull because
of the greatness in miracle
miracle cann't be stolen
miracle is not a property
that can be stolen
africans rejoice
magic can go
but miracle remain miracle
magic is happiness while
miracle is joyfulness
Africa africa africa
joyfulness is better
than happiness.
Thank you africa
poem by Senator alufalism
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Plantation Rock
(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
Now come along with me
Well do the plantation rock
Its easy as can be
Youll wanna dance round the clock
Well it became a sensation
Rockin on the plantation
Dancin in the fields down to each dock
Now do the plantation rock
So come on bend your knees
Twist with ease side to side
Like the swaying trees keep in rhythm
Now have some pep double step
Shake right there like a rockin chair
And stay with them
Well now youre right at home
Doin the plantation rock
Just do it as you were shown
Youll wanna dance round the clock
Well just like on the plantation
Folks all over the nation
Started rockin on each street and block
Gonna do the plantation rock
Do the plantation rock
Do the plantation rock
Do the plantation rock
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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God's Gospel Alone
When you add to God's Grace, you'll deny true saving faith,
The saving faith that we all need, as the Gospel we do heed,
As the Gospel Truth we believe, God's Salvation we receive,
Through the Grace of God alone, adding nothing of our own.
If you take away from the Truth, you shall see God's reproof,
Dismissing what God has done, through the work of His Son,
His work complete for all of us, through the Son Christ Jesus,
Completing for every nation, God's requirement for Salvation.
Jesus Christ is Judge over all, souls cursed from Adam's fall,
As all men, from every nation, fall under God's condemnation,
While sin separates everyone, from a Holy God on His Throne,
So apart from The Lord Jesus, judgment is ahead for all of us.
But, God so loved the world, The Truth men continue to herald,
Christ died for the sin of us all, to redeem us from Adam's fall,
Christ was buried, but rose again, to offer salvation to all men,
Seen was The Resurrected Christ, Who now offers Eternal Life.
Of His Gospel that you heard, do not take or add to His Word,
God and Creator of the universe, Lord and Savior of this earth,
Who finished all from Calvary, of the salvation for you and me,
This was our Savior Jesus Christ, in whom we have Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©07/2012)
To You, Africa
You are a beautiful terra firma
With beautiful people
Rich in history
Rich in prosperity
You are a land of life hard lived
Through droughts and famines
Your people had a lot to give
Your villages were of close community
Unlike that of civilization
You were the best example
that the world could have seen
Then the toubob began to arrive
And your people were taken
With no regard for your childrens lives
I know you are still shaken
Taken from the land they loved
Shoving their beloved Earth into their mouth
For one last taste of you, Africa
Your people have been stolen
Your people have been killed
Your generations have been lost
Your families have been torn apart
Your people have been enslaved
Your women have been raped
Your people have long suffered
Your people have lived through misery
Stolen for what purpose
Other than to be a serf
Some say it could have been worse
But we know it was the worst
Africa, your people are great
Your people are strong
Your people survived through it all
Your people still sung their songs
After 1865 they were freed
Yet still they were enslaved it seemed
Today there are still places that ban your people
Brought here unwillingly, to this 'land of the free'
Your people are who can change this nation
Your people are here for that reason
All hope is not lost
We will succeed regardless of the cost
This is to you, Africa
poem by Ryan Sanders
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Unite Africa
Ignore no more this phrase
It is our only hope for salvation
Practice what we preach
And Africa will be like a city of angels
“Unite Africa! ”
Prophets of the past cried.
Some sang – some proclaimed
Why ignoring the song of a nightingale
When its mission is to create melody
Unite Africa!
Unite brothers and sisters
Nature is ours – heaven is near
We have same feathers
Yet we don’t flock together
poem by Ndidi Ubogu
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Theatre Of The Absurd
(ian hunter)
My tea turned seven shades darker
As I sit n write these words
And londons gettin paler
In my theatre of the absurd.
You figured for an evening
And you made it all worthwile.
Its seldom people have a job
And even rarer that I smile.
Play me some, play me some,
Play me brixton power.
Teach your children to be them
And never ever ours.
Play me some, play me some,
Play me brixton power.
Someone took the park away
But they left a lonely flower.
And if your songs be classics,
Throw them to the hurd.
Truth is where they came from
And not this theatre of the absurd.
Some say you wanted to play for me
But its only what youve heard
That made you want to capture me
In your theatre of the absurd.
It was not me, I said myself
And you must do so, too.
I hope you have the strength to stay
When Ill be watchin you.
So baby,
Play me some, play me some,
Play me brixton power.
Teach your children to be them
And never ever ours.
Play me some, play me some,
Play me brixton power.
Someone took the park away
But they left a lonely flower.
Oh when I got here back home tonight
Something within me stirred.
Oh it must have been a different kind of play
That touched my theatre of the absurd.
Now Ill be on my way alone
But an interesting thing occurred
See nobody ever shared too much
In my theatre of the absurd.
And there I was back in london,
Thought about history.
It was just like being in school again
But I felt something movin in me.
Hearin just a bit of the future,
Oh its comin and its still blurred
And thats the only thing worth living for
In my theatre of the absurd.
Come on,
Play me some, play me some,
Play me brixton power.
Teach your children to be them
And never ever ours.
Oh play me some, play me some,
Play me brixton power.
Someone took the park away
But they left a lonely flower.
(beautiful)
Play me some, play me some,
Play me brixton power.
Play me some, play me some,
Play me brixton power.
(john, come on)
Play me some, play me some,
Play me brixton power.
Oh, play me some, (come on, eric) play me some,
Play me brixton power.
Oh, play me some, play me some,
Play me brixton power.
...
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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We Are Witnesses
We Are Witnesses for God’s Son, called to be a witness to everyone,
A witness to every nation in this world, as God’s Light and His herald.
Sent to preach to the wilderness, the Truth of Christ’s Righteousness,
To bring Truth to that barren soul, to make that heart spiritually whole.
We preach, not for our own fame, but to point men to the Only Name,
Under Heaven for men to be saved, from a world that is so depraved.
We have been told, wherever we go, there are men who need to know,
That although they have fallen in sin, they can have a New Life in Him.
A New Life through one sacrifice, God’s Spotless Lamb Jesus Christ,
And all their sin God will forgive, allowing mortal men to eternally live.
New believers baptized in His Name, who then also begin to proclaim,
To each and every single nation, God’s One and Only, True Salvation.
That’s why we’re called out of the night, to be for the Savior His Light,
Calling others out of the world, through the message of life we herald,
God’s Message of hope and praise, as we live out these earthly days,
Looking forward to that future time, when life shall be forever sublime.
Until then we’ll witness with zeal, knowing His Truth is bigger than real,
As Christ, who’s still on His Throne, is returning to redeem all His own,
All those purchased with His blood, who accepted the gift of His love,
From the witness of another friend, to join a Kingdom that has no end.
(Copyright ©08/2008)
The Pride To Be An African
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of which everybody imitates
My Africa of which culture exceed the Greek
My Africa of which everyone is jealous of
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of enormous natural endowment
My Africa of Non-Violence
My Africa of Amorous populates
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of patriot men and women
My Africa of shelter and vintage hospitality
My Africa of great ancestral mythology
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa that bore fruits of black diamonds
My Africa which is a gift to the whole world
My Africa of great leadership
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of learned youths
My Africa of a bright generation
My Africa true tradition
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of black pageant women
My Africa of strong men
My Africa from who we all hail from
For every African deserves a Nobel Prize in
Existence.
poem by Fasan paul
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Despised and Rejected
Christ was despised and rejected, by the ones He came to save,
But believed and accepted, by men said to be morally depraved.
Sent to redeem an entire nation, that special land chosen by God,
But they rejected His Salvation, and now will face Messiah’s Rod.
Christ however continued to proclaim, to those He called His own,
God’s salvation in His very name, with the power of God’s throne.
He continued to preach God’s Truth, to men who had ears to hear,
Even when receiving men’s reproof, from hearts that had no fear.
Christ’s Light would soon depart, as He was headed to the cross,
And the many with a hardened heart, would remain blind and lost.
They wanted Christ out of the way, not believing He was The Lord,
Heeding not a word He would say, by God too, they’d be ignored.
Christ would turn to the Gentile, to be for them God’s chosen light,
Where God’s Own were in denial, God would give the nations sight.
God turning away from His Own, draws all peoples to Jesus Christ,
Who reigns in Glory on His Throne, providing Believers Eternal Life.
One day His own will mark His words, as many in that nation perish,
For Judgment will destroy two thirds, with a remnant left to cherish.
Until then, He turns to every nation, and every heart, big and small.
Bringing them to God’s Salvation, Christ His Son, who came for all.
(04/2007)
Talents Die Easily In Africa!
Oh talents, oh talents!
Talents do die easily in Africa;
But, talents are special gifts which,
Money cannot buy.
It is a special gift,
It is in you,
You don't even need a Higher Degree for them;
Talents are everywhere on this earth.
The talents of Africa do die very often,
Who is even ready to listen to them?
The true talents of the Africans go to the drain.
Like a rain on a train,
Like an early wake up call without a view;
Life is really so strange over here in Africa.
I have a dream!
But, who will listen?
My brain is with various talents but,
Who will help me with my dreams?
Talents, talents, talents! !
Africa turns to regress in this field while,
Others do progress!
Our talents can be useful,
It's time we give a helping hand;
Oh talents, oh talents!
It's time we listen to those who have them;
Cos', we are the world.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Chains of Slavery
The agony of chains
Around my wrist in which
I am bound to Africa land
Of my mother
I can't run away like my comrades.
In Africa, I am bound by chains
Of yesterdays
By chains of slavery
Slavery of my brothers.
Listen, do u hear now Africans?
The voice of Africa, your mother
Calling from lost journeys.
Journeys of self imposed exiles
Exile from brothers.
It is I, your brother, calling from Africa
Yor mother needs you to protect her
Africa needs you to build it's threshold
My brothers
You cannot run away for ever.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Children In Africa (c.i.a) .
Every single day in Africa
There's a child out there
Who's hungry and sick without meds.
And also without shelter and clothing
Needing for your love and succor
Every single day in Africa
A child goes hungry to bed
Looking badly malnourished and ill-fed
Not sure where and when the next meal comes
Lives in slums in unhygienic conditions
In a bid to break barriers and above par
Every single day in Africa
A child drops out of school
Due to Abject poverty and starvation
And an inability to pay school fees
Which results to disillusionment
Every single day in Africa
A child is psychologically abused
Sent out on the cold streets
To eke out out a living for his family
Inspite of very imminent dangers on his way
Every single day in Africa
A child wakes up to harsh realities
Sold into prostitution, slavery and crime
Against their own very wishes
To a world of hate and bestiality
Every single day in Africa
A child is faced with humiliation
Despair and suppression of own voices
He cant be heard and he's preyed upon
In a world where he seeks protection and love
So many have lost hope.
Some have had their trust damaged
Some are living for the day
Waiting for what tomorrow brings
In a cruel world that care less
About the future of the Africa Child...
poem by Olumide Familusi
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The Peonage System
The religious wars of Europe have been numbered with the past,
But a worse thing, bright America with clouds has overcast,
'Tis the heinous contract system that plantation life contains,
Worse than slavery's conditions in a land where freedom reigns.
Negroes forced in one roomed cabins, mother's from their children torn
All the day till dark of evening from the dawn of early morn,
Sweet affection, thrift and neatness, all that perfect homes would bring,
Yea, humanity is buried at command of money's king.
Shall the future of the Negro by the white man be suppressed,
In his forcing from the present all that makes the future best?
Shall the training of the children be neglected? passing strange
Things material for the morals of the Negro they exchange.
Oft we find an overseer with a gun and club and whip,
Who at night within the stockade locks the Negroes, lest they skip,
If they offer a resistance for their treatment in this cage,
They are clubed into submission in the overseer's rage.
Some are kidnapped for the stockade, others taken there for debt,
Fed with only bread and water and for more they dare not fret,
They are worked like beasts of burden and the story here is told,
Of the sacrifice of manhood to a god that's made of gold!
'Tis an open, open secret how the white man without pain,
Sells the evil one his conscience out of greed for earthly gain,
Barbarism can't surpass it, races cannot lower fall,
'Mid this great enlightened country money's king rules over all.
If a farm hand makes an effort in the schooling of himself,
Or a mother will persist in looking up her little elf,
They must leave the old plantation for a more congenial clime,
'No enlightenment for Negroes,' planters say, ' 'tis loss of time.'
'Send to Africa the Negro,' they have talked of such you know,
Like to England's Irish question, planters cannot let him go,
Hear the planter loudly singing, this the chorus of the song:
'Keep the 'niggers,' all the 'niggers' in the field where they belong!'
Now he pleads for better treatment, why dehumanize a race?
On the farm he's proved his service and there's none to take his place,
None to stand the heat of summer in the making of the crop,
Whites are taught to need his labor and they cannot learn to stop.
Sad, indeed, to find a nation, bowing down to money's might,
Sacrificing all that's noble, all that's beautiful and right,
'Righteousness exalts a nation,' sin can only bring it shame,
Serve no other god, I warn you, in the God of heaven's name.
poem by Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
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Property O My Property
property o my property
i use to be a man fine and witty
no cares in the world full of terimity
untill the heavens fell off my dad was murdered
and i was stranded with his property
property o my property
three flats into one, office, home and land what fun
rentals 6% home appreciation by 10%
money in black some in white
o my friends try and understand my plight
property o my property
some say it's worth 50 crs some say it's less
i use to be a free bird before
god knows how i landed up in this mess
brokers, dalla's, buyers and sellers
i have two houses still i am a lonely dweller
property o my property
what the hell to do with you
buy or sell take or give
now my life is not a life but a hell in which i live
property my property
o my dad's property
property o property o my dad's property
my well wishers say i cannot be trusted
to handle all this and i sure will be busted
so my friends you see my situation is dire
it's time like this that i feel i am walking on fire
property o property my dad's property
poem by Anuj Tikku
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Rape Me
Rape me
Rape me my friend
Rape me
Rape me again
I'm not the only one (4x)
Hate me
Do it and do it again
Waste me
Rape me my friend
I'm not the only one (4x)
My favorite inside source
I'll kiss your open sores
Appreciate your concern
You'll always stink and burn
Rape me
Rape me my friend
Rape me
Rape me again
I'm not the only one (4x)
Rape me (rape me) (8x)
Rape me
song performed by by Nirvana from In Utero
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Property
I'll be your fantasy, but I won't be your property
Love you eternally, but I'll never be your property
Love from me's not guaranteed
Just because you think I'm property
I can love you totally and still not be your property
Every girl and boy wants to grow up to be loved someday
And you can't wait to give your heart away
But it's like worship in their eyes walking down the aisle
When you slip on that ring, they start to treat you like a thing, yeah
I call it slavery when you call someone your property
Don't waste your vanity, I will never be your property
Something wonderful happens when people fall in love
Your happiness is all they're thinking of
But it's like "anything you say" 'til the wedding day
When they get it in ink, they start to tell you what to think, yeah
Darkest day in history when someone invented property
Cause of our misery is the constant lust for property
Since god began it, we've been dividing up the planet
When you see something you want it
You've got to put your name tag on it
And we go on carving, meanwhile half the world is starving
It's a crime .. hands off what is mine!
Take all you can 'til you slam on the parking brake
And you need space to make your own mistakes
But it's like "I won't hold you back" 'til the bags are packed
Then they're struttin' about like they own you inside out
I call it slavery (you can't make me a slave),
when you call someone your property
Don't waste your vanity (don't be so vain),
I will never be your property
Darkest day in history (why did you have to do a thing like that)
when someone invented property
Cause of our misery (misery, misery)
is the constant lust for property
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Trusting, Obeying And Acting
Trusting, obeying and acting for us, are vital needs to follow Jesus,
Trusting God with this very life, as we follow our Lord, Jesus Christ,
Obeying the living Word of God, as Christ leads, with staff and rod,
Acting upon our belief and faith, while guided by His Spirit of Grace.
Trusting the Lord in all that He does, as believers, is essential for us;
We must trust God, day to day, through whatever He brings our way,
While God works out His larger Plan, to reach the heart of each man;
Trusting Christ in all that we do, as God Himself shall see us through.
Obeying God daily, through His Word, He will see that all have heard,
The Glorious Gospel of Jesus Christ, as He sows His Truth in our life,
Through obedience to God’s Son, God will use us to reach everyone,
With the Truth of God’s Salvation, as we preach Truth to every nation.
Acting on our Faith for The Lord, The Holy Spirit must not be ignored,
For The Spirit is the Power of God, as we witness on this earthly sod,
Reaching out to the end of the earth, sharing with men a second birth,
Acting on our faith to reach all men, that they too, can be Born Again.
We trust in The Lord over all, Who rules over all men, great and small,
Obeying the One, Who died for us, our Lord and Savior, Christ Jesus,
As we act on God’s Word in our life, to be for Christ a living sacrifice,
To bring to every man and nation, the Good News of God’s Salvation.
(Copyright ©01/2011)
The Ways Of Men
Well Ive had enough of the ways of men
Said Ive had enough of the ways of men
Yes, Ive had enough of the ways of men
His sordid games rape my brain
Well, Ive had enough of his tomfoolery and shame
Yes, Ive had enough of his tomfoolery and his shame
Oooh, Ive had just enough of his tom-tom foolery and his shame
His sordid games rape my brain
As the wind sweeps across generations up and down the sweep of history
He leaves his tracks in all places, leaves his stain in all beds
He builds schools and pleasures, all designed to prevent illumination
All of his games rape my brain
He put his flag in the desert, but I need water
He put his flag in the desert, but I need water
He put his flag in the desert, but I need water
He put his flag in the desert, but I need water, water, water
Long hast thou dwelt in darkness
Quit the night, and seek the day
song performed by by Waterboys
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