[SUN RISING... SON RISING]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCROLL...
http://youtu.be/Cj3M779Hc_w
Sun rising... Son rising, we as one across the horizon, we the rays.
Links in the melanin of our darkened skin as we disperse across the diaspora...
Knowledge in the sonlight... so warming... so soothing as the seeds absorb life.
Sun rising... Son rising, we glance to the east from whence it all came, in Amerikkka we glance across the dead sea.
The bones of our ancestors ground into sand...
Across the waters to where our heritage was raped and burnt to the ground...
Dug from the ground and sold in jewelry stores to dead mentalities... ghetto casualties.
Sun rising... Son rising, we who heed the voice of the higher plan which is written in the stars... the burning surface of these sons.
Secrets alluded to but never disclosed to any but those who belong, those who have commited so much wrong.
War in the name of the church... the name of Allah.. Israeli governments that bomb whole neighborhoods.
The enemy tricked out in the guise of the victim... the victim called the enemy.
Sun rising... Sun rising, philosophising on hot summer days in the country of Babylon.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
