Winter in Amerikkka

 

Winter in Amerikkka

 

Winter’s child has fallen

gone with the wind

but not forgotten

for who can forget

the torture of its cold grip

bold words of hate

issuing forth from thin lips

and the blood

drawn from black backs

cracked by fat whips

who can forget

those damned ships

 

Crossing the very waters

from whom

winter’s child was born

unto whom

it must return

when the sun comes back at dawn

for winter’s child is falling

and London's bridge is not far behind

as the royal family loses its royal mind

they seek to turn back the hands of time

to keep the son from rising

but time marches on

 

Like a faithful servant to the Most High

time refuses to wait

bringing Rome to its knees in a day

winter is not here to stay

for under its cold grip

bold men’s blood turn gay

sisters play

with their divine powers

children stray

far from this way of ours

 

Beguiled by the blue skies

disguised in the eyes of winter’s falling child

hypnotized by what lies

beneath the falling snow

lies televised

thru the medium of their favorite show

their bodies grow

but their minds are frozen in time

so time marches on

 

Modulating frequencies

so that bands of energies

become bonds of families

our word must be bond again

we must be born again

for soon comes that sound again

like taps played on Gabriel’s horn again

and once again

we be torn again

like leaves in the wind we’ll be gone again

so let’s come together again

and say auuuung again

 

While fools rush like swine

to the brink of Armageddon

let’s take God’s arm again

let’s elevate

let Divine Power resonate

thru you and me

wake consciousness to the we degree

as we meditate

 

Brain waves intensify

as thought waves give birth to sound waves

lift every voice and sing

as spoken words of power

are carried on the wings of the wind

amplified

by the crystallized Stone Mountains of Georgia

channeled

by the pyramids of Giza

triangulated

into the abdominal chakra of the Orion Nebula

auuuung!

and time marches on

 

Tick tock goes the cosmological clock

rich fools lose their lives in stocks

masters degrees

hang worthlessly from bloodstained walls

and winter’s child continues to fall

 

Rumors of wars become wars

pale men lose their balls to the Moors

ravens take flight

clouds once white

sense their impending doom

now consumed

with the blackness of the perfect storm

 

Broken windows

witness the plunge of their egos

the hot breath of black bulls

too long tortured in their senseless rituals

finds the pale frail driven snow

auuuung!

and time marches On

 

Winter’s child has fallen

reduced to muddy puddles

by the warmth of the Sun

we may forgive now

but let’s not forget

its cold grip

its thin lips

auuung!

 

© 2001 from the book Endangered Speeches

Move The Village

Move The Village

To Higher Ground

Comes The Storm

Comes The Storm

By Rudwaan

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  • Caricom

    WOW! What a wonderful poem and elegant description of the Most High's intent to intervene and set His people free to re-instate sanity into an insane society and world. Wonderful words of wisdom and truth, my friend. Thank you so much for sharing this with us. Sometimes, I feel our people are totally out to lunch, but compositions like this and others renew my confidence that a "remnant" is in existence. Shalom. Shalom, my friends.

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