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the pledge to resist:
we believe that as people living in the united states it is our responsibility to resist the injustices done by our government in our names.
not in our name will you wage endless war.
there can be no more deaths.
no more transfusions of blood for oil.
not in our name will you invade countries, bomb civilians, kill more children, letting history take its course over the graves of the nameless.
not in our name will you erode the very freedoms you have claimed to fight for.
not by our hands will we supply weapons and funding for the annihilation of families on foreign soil.
not by our mouths will we let fear silence us.
not by our hearts will we allow whole peoples or countries to be deemed evil.
not by our will and not in our name.
we pledge resistance.
we pledge alliance with those who have come under attack for voicing opposition to the war or for their religion or ethnicity.
we pldege to make common cause with the people of the world to bring about justice, freedom and peace.
another world is possible and we pledge to make it real.
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Two autumns and I haven't changed enough.
It's september 12th and the sky has fallen. the sun has risen.
A city built to phallic dimensions has undergone circumcision (eight days
Under judaic law).
Dear diary, I'm fiery. divine winds my friend took me back to the beginning
When i swore it was the end.
From the fiery depths found the ocean within.
My pen/man/ship sails the strait through my lips.
I'm hip to your games, hip to the science of war.
Propaganda makes me fight but what am I fighting for?
My way of life: beans and rice, give or take less or more
See through the eyes of the poor. plus, i'm black to the core.
Ignorance is on tour booking stadiums and more.
The days of hitler painted pictures patriotic with gore.
You raise a flag on a land snatched from bald eagle's claw and stamp the
Symbol on your currency to finance your war i'm saying
NO, NOT IN MY NAME, NOT IN MY LIFE, NOT BY MY HANDS, THAT AIN'T MY FIGHT,
NOT IN MY NAME
YOU FIGHT A WAR AGAINST TERRORISTS AND VIOLENCE AND TRY TO WAVE YOUR GUNS TO
FEAR US ALL INTO SILENCE.
NO.....
YOU BUILT YOUR EMPIRE WITH NATIVES AND SLAVES LIKE THE TRUTH WON'T
RESURRECT WAGING WAR FROM ITS GRAVE.
We got brothers on the sidelines ready for the frontline.
Tell me when it's my time
We got women on the sidelines ready for the frontline.
Tell me when it's my time.
You won't put it in your headlines. people are we that blind?
Do we need a headline? do we really?
If we only see what they want us to see we'll only be what they want us to
Be: fighting in their army!
We pledge resistance
Chorus
Forward march!!
They're closing in....
It's not about opposing armies. armies oppose the ancient truths of the
Shamans ands swamis.
It's not about retaliation your history of war does nothing more than scar
Imagination.increased security. religious purity.
Your blindfolded justice makes you trust in fortuity.
Like it's random. it's tandom. fuck you and damn them. you teach to attack
And then question who planned them.
You want to put me on your blacklist you can use my blood for ink
Your communion to drink
In remembrance of a nation that forgot how to think
Hypnotized by your lies without even a blink.
You want to put me in your blacklist....
In remembrance of the all eye seeing Big Brother
RIP to the powers that be
Overcome by the power of being
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The greatest Americans have not been born yet
They are waiting patiently for the past to die
Please give blood
Those crumbled tablets were to share a story with a burning bush
Where is that voice from nowhere to remind us that the holy ground we walk on, purified by native blood, has rooted trees who's fallen leaves now color coat a savored list of demands
Who among us can give translation of autumn hues to morning news?
The anchorman thrown overboard has simply rooted us in histories repeating cycle.
A nation in its saddened years that wont acknowledge karma
Where is the voice from nowhere, the ones your prophets spoke of?
There are voices from fear disconnected from their diaphragms, dangling from coffee covered teeth that spill into our laps and scorch our privates
There are voices from the sides of necks, some already noosed, dangling participles pronouns running for sentence
Serving life in corner offices and ghetto corners, their voices are the same
Dead to themselves, numb to the possibility of truth existing beyond that which they can palm in their hands, period
There are voices of elders, which seem to do no more than damn us to our childish ways
For in many households, wisdom no longer comes with age
So where is that voice from nowhere, that burning bush, that passing dove?
I hear the voices of generals calling for ammunition, presidents calling for arms, women calling for help
Where is that voice from nowhere, that god of Abraham?
Can he be heard over the gunfire, the whiz of passing missiles, the crash of buildings, the cries of children, the crack of bones, the shriek of sirens?
Or is that his mighty voice
Your angry god craving the sacrifice of early generations sons degenerate
Your holy books written in red ink on burning sands
Your prayers between rounds do no more than fasten the fate of your children to the hammered truth of your trigger
A truth that mushrooms its darkened cloud over the rest of us
So that we too bear witness to the short lived fate of a civilization that worships a male god
Your weapons are phallic, all of them
That dummy that sits on your lap is no longer a worthwhile spectacle
His shrunken pale face leaves little room for imagination
We have spotted your moving lips and have pinned the voice to its proper source
It is a source of madness
It is a source of hunger, of power
A source of weakness
A source of evil
We have exited your coliseum and are encircling your box-office, demanding our families back, our cultures back, our rituals back, our gods back, so that we may return them to their proper source
The source of life, the source of creation, our mothers womb, the great goddess
We will cut through the barbwire hangers and chastity belts
We will climb in and incubate our spirits to the winter
We will wait through the degenerate course of your repeated history
We will wait for the past to die
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the pledge to resist:
we believe that as people living in the united states it is our responsibility to resist the injustices done by our government in our names.
not in our name will you wage endless war.
there can be no more deaths.
no more transfusions of blood for oil.
not in our name will you invade countries, bomb civilians, kill more children, letting history take its course over the graves of the nameless.
not in our name will you erode the very freedoms you have claimed to fight for.
not by our hands will we supply weapons and funding for the annihilation of families on foreign soil.
not by our mouths will we let fear silence us.
not by our hearts will we allow whole peoples or countries to be deemed evil.
not by our will and not in our name.
we pledge resistance.
we pledge alliance with those who have come under attack for voicing opposition to the war or for their religion or ethnicity.
we pldege to make common cause with the people of the world to bring about justice, freedom and peace.
another world is possible and we pledge to make it real.
. . .
|
|
Two autumns and I haven't changed enough.
It's september 12th and the sky has fallen. the sun has risen.
A city built to phallic dimensions has undergone circumcision (eight days
Under judaic law).
Dear diary, I'm fiery. divine winds my friend took me back to the beginning
When i swore it was the end.
From the fiery depths found the ocean within.
My pen/man/ship sails the strait through my lips.
I'm hip to your games, hip to the science of war.
Propaganda makes me fight but what am I fighting for?
My way of life: beans and rice, give or take less or more
See through the eyes of the poor. plus, i'm black to the core.
Ignorance is on tour booking stadiums and more.
The days of hitler painted pictures patriotic with gore.
You raise a flag on a land snatched from bald eagle's claw and stamp the
Symbol on your currency to finance your war i'm saying
NO, NOT IN MY NAME, NOT IN MY LIFE, NOT BY MY HANDS, THAT AIN'T MY FIGHT,
NOT IN MY NAME
YOU FIGHT A WAR AGAINST TERRORISTS AND VIOLENCE AND TRY TO WAVE YOUR GUNS TO
FEAR US ALL INTO SILENCE.
NO.....
YOU BUILT YOUR EMPIRE WITH NATIVES AND SLAVES LIKE THE TRUTH WON'T
RESURRECT WAGING WAR FROM ITS GRAVE.
We got brothers on the sidelines ready for the frontline.
Tell me when it's my time
We got women on the sidelines ready for the frontline.
Tell me when it's my time.
You won't put it in your headlines. people are we that blind?
Do we need a headline? do we really?
If we only see what they want us to see we'll only be what they want us to
Be: fighting in their army!
We pledge resistance
Chorus
Forward march!!
They're closing in....
It's not about opposing armies. armies oppose the ancient truths of the
Shamans ands swamis.
It's not about retaliation your history of war does nothing more than scar
Imagination.increased security. religious purity.
Your blindfolded justice makes you trust in fortuity.
Like it's random. it's tandom. fuck you and damn them. you teach to attack
And then question who planned them.
You want to put me on your blacklist you can use my blood for ink
Your communion to drink
In remembrance of a nation that forgot how to think
Hypnotized by your lies without even a blink.
You want to put me in your blacklist....
In remembrance of the all eye seeing Big Brother
RIP to the powers that be
Overcome by the power of being
. . .
|
|
the pledge to resist:
we believe that as people living in the united states it is our responsibility to resist the injustices done by our government in our names.
not in our name will you wage endless war.
there can be no more deaths.
no more transfusions of blood for oil.
not in our name will you invade countries, bomb civilians, kill more children, letting history take its course over the graves of the nameless.
not in our name will you erode the very freedoms you have claimed to fight for.
not by our hands will we supply weapons and funding for the annihilation of families on foreign soil.
not by our mouths will we let fear silence us.
not by our hearts will we allow whole peoples or countries to be deemed evil.
not by our will and not in our name.
we pledge resistance.
we pledge alliance with those who have come under attack for voicing opposition to the war or for their religion or ethnicity.
we pldege to make common cause with the people of the world to bring about justice, freedom and peace.
another world is possible and we pledge to make it real.
. . .
|
|
the pledge to resist:
we believe that as people living in the united states it is our responsibility to resist the injustices done by our government in our names.
not in our name will you wage endless war.
there can be no more deaths.
no more transfusions of blood for oil.
not in our name will you invade countries, bomb civilians, kill more children, letting history take its course over the graves of the nameless.
not in our name will you erode the very freedoms you have claimed to fight for.
not by our hands will we supply weapons and funding for the annihilation of families on foreign soil.
not by our mouths will we let fear silence us.
not by our hearts will we allow whole peoples or countries to be deemed evil.
not by our will and not in our name.
we pledge resistance.
we pledge alliance with those who have come under attack for voicing opposition to the war or for their religion or ethnicity.
we pldege to make common cause with the people of the world to bring about justice, freedom and peace.
another world is possible and we pledge to make it real.
. . .
|
|
The greatest americans
Have not been born yet
They are waiting patiently
For the past to die
Please give blood
Those crumbled tablets
Were to share a story
With a burning Bush
Where is that voice from nowhere to remind us
That the holy ground we walk on, purified by native blood has rooted trees
Whose fallen leaves now colour code a sacred list of demands?
Who among us can give translation of autumn's hues to morning news?
The anchor man
Thrown overboard
Has simply rooted us in history's repeating cycle
A nation in its saturn years that won't acknowledge karma
Where is that voice from nowhere, the ones your prophets spoke of?
There are voices from fear
Disconnected from their diaphragms
Dangling from coffee covered teeth
That spill into our laps
And scorch our privates
There are voices from the sides of necks
Some already noosed
Dangling participles
Pronouns running for sentence serving life in corner offices
And ghetto corners
Their voices are the same:
Dead to themselves numb to the possibility of truth
Existing beyond that which can be palmed into your hand, period.
There are voices of elders
Which seem to do no more
Than damn us to our childish ways for in many households wisdom no longer
Comes with age
So where is that voice from nowhere?
That burning bush?
That passing dove?
For i hear generals calling for ammunition presidents calling for arms and
Women calling for help
Where is that voice from nowhere?
That god of abraham?
Can he be heard over the gunfire
The wizz of passing missiles
The crash of buildings
The cries of children
The crack of bones
The shriek of sirens
Or is that his mighty voice?
Your angry god craving the sacrifice of generation's sons degenerate
Your holy books
Written in red ink
On burning sands
Your prayers between rounds do no more than fasten the fate of your children
To the hammered truth of your trigger
A truth that mushrooms
It's darkened cloud
Over the rest of us
So that we too bear witness to the short lived fate
Of a civilization that worships a male god
Your weapons are phallic
All of them
That dummie that sits
On your lap is no longer
A worthwhile spectacle
His shrunken pale face
Leaves little room for imagination
We have spotted your moving lips and have pinned the voice to it's proper source
It is a source of madness
A source of hunger for power
A source of weakness
A source of evil
We have exited your coliseum and are encircling your box office demanding
Our families back
Our cultures back
Our rituals back
Our gods back
So that we may return them to their proper source
The source of life
The source of creation
Our mother's womb
The great goddess
We will cut through
The barbed wire hangers
And chastity belts
We will climb in and
Incubate our spirits
Through the winter
We will wait through
The degenerate course
Of your repeated history
We will wait
For the past
To die
. . .
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