(STANDING ON THE ROCK AND TESTIFYING)
THE SOUND OF BARRIERS FALLING...
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And to my brothers I would say, we have seen so many things, you and I in our varied years of inhabiting these shells.
Through the reading of history where we stand animalized, criticized, annihilated.
Still we rise my bredren.
To my sisters I would say, these years have not been nice, it's hard to be men when the real fear is inbred.
Instinctive and indicative of where we are.
Our station so to speak.
Oh my queen, I have sinned against our ancestors memories time and time again.
Fighting and killing my brothers, we stolen and roaming on stolen land.
I still love you, my queen as we enter a new millennium.
To my brothers I would say, cast aside the gang mentality, cast aside the evident hatred for yourselves, cast aside the whitewash and wear proudly your blackened and browned skin.
We as nation rising from the ashes of trickery and deceit, we extended to the skies from whence we came as children of Allah.
We formed in his hands as clay and placed in the kiln Africa.
Strong as Kenyan coffee we born.
These things would I say to my people as we grid our loins.
Rise my people...
Be ye proud.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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